Bo Burnham - Ex-Girlfriend / Racial Humor lyrics
[Bo Burnham - Ex-Girlfriend / Racial Humor lyrics]
When I say "Hey!", you say "Ho!" hey! (Ho)
Hey! (Ho)
That's basically how Hitler rose to power
My ex-girlfriend, she was a bitch, but
You know, they say, like
If you want to know what
A girl's gonna look like, look at her mother
You know, so I am so glad I broke up with her
Cause she would've been, you know dead
Guys, I'm a realist
Okay? I try not to romanticize reality
You know, like when life gives you lemons
You probably just found lemons
But at the same time
I don't deny the beauty in the world
Cause there is so much beauty
Because life can be so
Symmetrical that gives birth to
This almost silent poetry you know
Like a hermaphrodite playing the keytar
Or a young Amish boy trying to blow out
The light bulbs on his birthday cake
Or, or a girl who's terrible at grammar
Saying, "Mama, you raise me good
" and then being pushed down a well
If I had a dime, oh!
If I had a dime for every time
A homeless guy asked me for change
I'd still say no
Here's some racial humor for you guys
White people are like this, "Ah"
Black people are like this, "Uh"
We're destined to fight forever
Blood in the streets yo momma's so fat
Yo momma's so ugly yo momma's so stupid
Your mother's breasts sag with such
Severity that the late
Great surrealist artist Salvador Dali
Mistook them for clocks
Hey! (Ho)
That's basically how Hitler rose to power
My ex-girlfriend, she was a bitch, but
You know, they say, like
If you want to know what
A girl's gonna look like, look at her mother
You know, so I am so glad I broke up with her
Cause she would've been, you know dead
Guys, I'm a realist
Okay? I try not to romanticize reality
You know, like when life gives you lemons
You probably just found lemons
But at the same time
I don't deny the beauty in the world
Cause there is so much beauty
Because life can be so
Symmetrical that gives birth to
This almost silent poetry you know
Like a hermaphrodite playing the keytar
Or a young Amish boy trying to blow out
The light bulbs on his birthday cake
Or, or a girl who's terrible at grammar
Saying, "Mama, you raise me good
" and then being pushed down a well
If I had a dime, oh!
If I had a dime for every time
A homeless guy asked me for change
I'd still say no
Here's some racial humor for you guys
White people are like this, "Ah"
Black people are like this, "Uh"
We're destined to fight forever
Blood in the streets yo momma's so fat
Yo momma's so ugly yo momma's so stupid
Your mother's breasts sag with such
Severity that the late
Great surrealist artist Salvador Dali
Mistook them for clocks