I think also the mics are all set towards him and might not being picking up the light chuckles from the audience. They're probably laughing quietly too, so they can hear the lyrics.
Hannah Goldfinch ^Good point, most mics used by folk recording music or speech in a live setting capture almost all their sound from whatever they're pointed at, rather than what would usually be the overpowering sound of a crowd or an audience. That's probably the most likely explanation.
one day i'm gonna make a song and one of the lyrics is going to be"If you wanna know me here's two facts, i hate it when people steal my jokes and i'm a hypocrite!"
The two best parts of this song are the "Bo talks in the third person" joke and "You can let Bo Burnham burn em." So like. The name puns, I guess. Edit: Damn, the "common era" joke is really good too...
The really hard part about this song his word play. Like the apple orchard line, inside her and cider. You have to look at the lyrics to get some of the jokes.
Also I didn't get the "we ballin, Asian, Wii Bowling" line until I saw the lyrics written down. Words Words Words is the most brilliant song ever written. There are at least three layers of jokes to every line.
Half of Bo's jokes aren't even jokes. It is just subliminal attacks at modern day society and how jacked up everything is. People are so dumb it's unbelievable and laughable. Bo is a highly intelligent individual and I am glad he is a comedian like George Carlin. People who don't find outlets to vent their frustrations or go other routes end up like Robin Williams. I commend Bo for being brave enough to say half of the shit he says, and congratulate him on his success. He truly deserves it.
@@ErickIsNotAmazing I don’t think anyone actually makes jokes like that at all, at least anyone successful; look at family guy, South Park, any comedian
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady But nice cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80. Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds. I'm a gay sea otter. I blow other dudes out of the water. I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin, Cold and fly like an arctic puffin, Puffin whacky tobaccy Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rockin this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era. I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up. A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person. I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person. Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hypocrite. I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day, But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA We ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon, Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking, Atticus Finch, killing, mocking. Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon. To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhymin', mathematic timin', syntax impacts the intact hymen. I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider, Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her) I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another sucker, Oedipus was the first motherfucker. We the people of the USA Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse. We got a border in order to keep you out, It's what my NYU essay's about Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess, Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest? "I want you" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell, The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins. We the people of the USA Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse. We got a border in order to keep you out, It's what my NYU essay's about Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess, Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest? "I want you" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell, The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins. Bitches and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes. Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist, Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em
lyrics : LETS ROCK- 1 2- 1 2 3 4 I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady But nice 'cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80 Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds I'm a gay sea otter I blow other dudes out of the water I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin Cold and fly like an arctic puffin Puffin whacky tobaccy Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rocking this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era {era era era} (era era) I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a Dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doing the YMCA We balling, Asian, Wii bowling, prostate cancer semi-colon Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking Atticus Finch, killing, mocking Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhyming, mathematical timing, syntax impacts the intact hymen I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider [inside her] I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars 'cause I was molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another sucker Oedipus was the first motherfucker I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite We the people of the USA Jose, we're not talking to you, esé We got a border in order to keep you out It's what my NYU essay's about 'Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess Molested by my uncle Sam, is that incest? "I WANT YOU" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go 'Cause in real life Goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins One more time I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist So take off your bras and burn 'em or you can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, you can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, (burn 'em) you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em for my fellow people who like to loudly sing along when they’re home alone :)
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady But nice cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80. Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds. I'm a gay sea otter. I blow other dudes out of the water. I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin, Cold and fly like an arctic puffin, Puffin whacky tobaccy Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rockin this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era. I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up. A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person. I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person. Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hypocrite. I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day, But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA We ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon, Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking, Atticus Finch, killing, mocking. Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon. To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhymin', mathematic timin', syntax impacts the intact hymen. I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider, Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her) I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another sucker, Oedipus was the first motherfucker. We the people of the USA Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse. We got a border in order to keep you out, It's what my NYU essay's about Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess, Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest? "I want you" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell, The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins. Bitches and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes. Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist, Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em
always felt the live version was better than the studio version
agree 100%
Same
I think it's because the piano is catchier than the studio beat, and the way he annunciates the words is different
I like the studio version more because the rethem is catcher
But that is my opinion
1:02 i can hear the smile in his voice and idk why it just made me happy
omg thisss ^^^^
THIS
I can also hear the smile at 1:27!
this guy's humor is just incredibly clever
it’s so advanced and smart
botox (bo talks) in the third person is like my favorite line.
Feels like the audience has alot of really good jokes flying over their heads in this.
yeah unfortunately I feel like that happens fairly often because his comedy is so clever. I love it all though
Also he sings it so fast, and unlike us, they can't listen to it again and again aha
I think also the mics are all set towards him and might not being picking up the light chuckles from the audience. They're probably laughing quietly too, so they can hear the lyrics.
Hannah Goldfinch ^Good point, most mics used by folk recording music or speech in a live setting capture almost all their sound from whatever they're pointed at, rather than what would usually be the overpowering sound of a crowd or an audience. That's probably the most likely explanation.
That was me the first 15 times I heard this.
Dude the part where he says YMCA sounds so awesome!
How
Guess you'll never know.
It took me was to long to get that joke. But yeah, both ways sound pretty cool to me. He pronounces it perfectly.
YOU CAN LET BO BURNHAM BURN 'EM
3 years late, but this is the best part of the song.
@@AlexanderrRobinEvans 1 year late and still the best part
@@katiepalmer3032 three weeks later and it’s still the best part of the song
@@mckencysaracay7227 day later, still the best
@@flop1014 an hour later, still the best part
Let's rock, ONE TWO THREE FOUR! *smooth piano starts*
“ymca” i can’t be the only one to like it more without autotune
and you arent :)
This specific version is the best for that line tbh
The live version has so much more emotion and charisma behind it, I love it!
i like this a little more than i like the actual music video
This is so great... New bucket list entry... LEARN WHOLE RAP
i do :D
kill my dam self mcscroobert already done lol
have you finished yet?
did it in 15 mins
Do you know it yet
“Oedipus was the first motherfuck” is an underrated line.
Didn't Adam and eve have 3 sons and no daughters sooooo, technically they where the first mother fuckers
The chorus is kinda catchy
This is the song that opened half of my life; binge listening to Bo. All of them
Left brain right brain did that to me
one day i'm gonna make a song and one of the lyrics is going to be"If you wanna know me here's two facts, i hate it when people steal my jokes and i'm a hypocrite!"
lol
this will never get old
I wonder how often Bo listens to his songs
The two best parts of this song are the "Bo talks in the third person" joke and "You can let Bo Burnham burn em." So like. The name puns, I guess.
Edit: Damn, the "common era" joke is really good too...
This has been stuck in my head for the past month and I’m not complaining 😌
Love this song so much cant get enough.
The really hard part about this song his word play. Like the apple orchard line, inside her and cider. You have to look at the lyrics to get some of the jokes.
Also I didn't get the "we ballin, Asian, Wii Bowling" line until I saw the lyrics written down. Words Words Words is the most brilliant song ever written. There are at least three layers of jokes to every line.
Bo is way better live
then came in cider
omfg you are a genious
@@max1iq795 Bo is
@@tomasroque3338 this is 9 months old why
@@max1iq795 why is the date relevant?
WAIT
HOLY HELL I JUST GOT THE JOKE AHAHAHAHAHA
Half of Bo's jokes aren't even jokes. It is just subliminal attacks at modern day society and how jacked up everything is. People are so dumb it's unbelievable and laughable. Bo is a highly intelligent individual and I am glad he is a comedian like George Carlin. People who don't find outlets to vent their frustrations or go other routes end up like Robin Williams. I commend Bo for being brave enough to say half of the shit he says, and congratulate him on his success. He truly deserves it.
William Dayton *applauds*
That's what a joke is though...
Dalen Bassett I don’t think jokes like “guess what, chicken butt” are attacks on modern society
@@ErickIsNotAmazing I don’t think anyone actually makes jokes like that at all, at least anyone successful; look at family guy, South Park, any comedian
Note that, despite this being performed live, not many laughs are heard. The crowd just needed a moment to soak in this song
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady
But nice cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80.
Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow other dudes out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
And I've been rockin this mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person.
I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person.
Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Hungry hungry hypocrite.
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
We ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Rhymin', mathematic timin', syntax impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.
We the people of the USA
Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse.
We got a border in order to keep you out,
It's what my NYU essay's about
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
"I want you" to smell my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
South of queers, north of hell,
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
Cause in real life goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
We the people of the USA
Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse.
We got a border in order to keep you out,
It's what my NYU essay's about
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
"I want you" to smell my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
South of queers, north of hell,
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
Cause in real life goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
Bitches and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist,
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist
So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em
I learned this song on piano kms
Kiyoko Aimi Same 😂
TEACH ME
Wrong song
@@tomo_tc8049 th-cam.com/video/cqfDUqSdnrY/w-d-xo.html
Dude same
You can tell people didn’t understand most of the lyric meaning.
1:27 just hits different
3:09
I love this song I mastered most of it already!
most of the jokes made went WAY over the audiences head
i dont even like rap and love this song haha
You're such a hungry hungry hippocrite -_- smh
haha good one
haha good one
haha good one
haha good one
love this one
challenge mode: sing along 2x speed
done.
@@vigilant3263 how did it go
The best I can do is 1.25
i love the “We the people of the USA Jose we’re not talking to you ese.” so genius
amazing
How fucked up but hilarious
Wonderful
Solid comment
Drink_4_Nikolai War beginning reply of logic
Starts religious debate.
dude I love buddha
Tries to calm everyone down
Fails
m a c y y m c a
I get mad when the crowd applauses but i also get mad when they don’t???
I just got botox in the third person and bo talks in the third person
honestly the better version
1:20
Im here because ive never heard the ymca part in the live version 🕺
Thomas gauthier ? x)
lyrics :
LETS ROCK-
1 2- 1 2 3 4
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady
But nice 'cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80
Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds
I'm a gay sea otter
I blow other dudes out of the water
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
And I've been rocking this mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era {era era era} (era era)
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a Dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up
A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person
I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person
Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doing the YMCA
We balling, Asian, Wii bowling, prostate cancer semi-colon
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Rhyming, mathematical timing, syntax impacts the intact hymen
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider [inside her]
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars 'cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker
Oedipus was the first motherfucker
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Hungry hungry hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
We the people of the USA
Jose, we're not talking to you, esé
We got a border in order to keep you out
It's what my NYU essay's about
'Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess
Molested by my uncle Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to smell my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
South of queers, north of hell
The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
'Cause in real life Goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins
One more time
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Hungry hungry hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist
So take off your bras and burn 'em or you can let me burn 'em
Take off your bras and burn 'em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em
Take off your bras and burn 'em, you can let me burn 'em
Take off your bras and burn 'em, (burn 'em) you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em
for my fellow people who like to loudly sing along when they’re home alone :)
I prefer the studio ver because of hungry hungry hypocrite
lol funny..
hungry hungry hypocrite.
hypocrite
And your point is
+Wop pow I think that's the point
Your like seven dude...
Why are you listening to this?
You're not wrong
@@Griff23938 hey bo made his songs at like 15
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady
But nice cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80.
Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow other dudes out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
And I've been rockin this mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person.
I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person.
Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Hungry hungry hypocrite.
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
We ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Rhymin', mathematic timin', syntax impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.
We the people of the USA
Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse.
We got a border in order to keep you out,
It's what my NYU essay's about
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
"I want you" to smell my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
South of queers, north of hell,
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
Cause in real life goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
Bitches and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist,
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist
So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em
3:08