| This is Bo Burnham |
| He is 22 years old |
| He’s a male |
| And he looks like the genetic product of a giraffe having sex with Ellen |
| DeGeneres |
| He has a gigantic head and tiny nipples |
| He’s isolated himself, over the last 5 years, in the pursuit of comedy |
| And in doing so |
| Has lost touch with reality |
| You’re an asshole, Bo |
| You hear me? |
| You think you know better than me |
| You think you know better than everybody |
| You will die alone |
| And you will deserve it |
| But in the meantime |
| You might as well tell those silly jokes of yours |
| See if that helps |
| Bo, Bo, Bo, Bo… |
| You used to do comedy when you felt like being funny |
| But now you’re contractually obligated |
| So dance you fucking monkey |
| Dance Monkey Dance! |
| Welcome to the show |
| This is Bo |
| This is his show |
| And Bo likes to dance like this |
| Welcome to the show |
| This is Bo |
| This is his show |
| And Bo takes off his pants like this |
| Play an invisible drum |
| Play an invisible trumpet (Trumpet Sound) |
| Drink some invisible water |
| Oh shit that water’s real! |
| Bo wants to make you feel comfortable |
| Bo wants to make you feel comfortable (Random voice) |
| Bo wants to make you feel comfortable |
| So sit back, relax, and enjoy |
| A healthy dose of… |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Prolonged eye contact (Prolonged eye contact) |
| Lick your lips to make it more comforting |
| Do you want to see a magic trick? |
| Do you want to see a magic trick? |
| Do you want to see a magic trick? |
| Then pick a card, any card |
| Psych |
| Magic isn’t real, you idiot |
| Read a book |
| Magic isn’t real, you idiot |
| Read a book |
| Magic isn’t real, you idiot |
| Read a book |
| Magic isn’t real |
| Or is it? |
| And at that moment |
| Bo’s 20-year old cynicism melted into child-like wonder |
| He never knew their could be so much magic in the world |
| It’s a world of possibilities Bo |
| What do you want to do first? |
| Run? |
| Yeah, sure you can run |
| Fly? |
| Well, Yeah, you can fly |
| What? |
| What are you- |
| What the fuck are you doing? |
| What the fuck are you doing? |
| Stop, s, stop it |
| The f- |
| You fucking idiot |
| Stop, stop, stop |
| Anyways |
| In the distance |
| Bo saw a beautiful fairy |
| A fairy so beautiful |
| That he felt proud about being called one in high school |
| He then came across an old bridge with a troll standing guard |
| Bo knew that he’d have to answer a riddle to get by |
| The troll spoke thus |
| Alright, for the last time man |
| I’m not a troll, I’m homeless |
| Okay, do you have any spare change? |
| Okay, that’s a used napkin |
| I don’t want that |
| No, no |
| Stop, just- |
| You know what |
| Leave |
| Just leave |
| Please leave |
| And then |
| As Bo arrived on the other side of the stage |
| He saw a unicorn, with five horns, right in front of him |
| And the penta-corn spoke thus |
| Hello Bo |
| I’ve been looking for you for quite a long ti- |
| (Gunshots) (Reloads Gun) (More Gunshots) |
| He was safe |
| For now |
| But the dark thoughts would soon return |
| (It's Godzilla!) |
| (Godzilla Shrieking) |
| (Screaming) |
| (Buildings Crashing) |
| It’s so hard to be a lizard |
| It’s hard to be a lizard (What did we do God? What did we do) (He killed my |
| wife) |
| Tiny arms, itchy gizzard (That monster killed my wife) (Why is he singing!?) |
| It’s hard to be a lizard (He's a monster) (Why!?) |
| But it’s harder to segue |
| Is he skiing? |
| Or is he in a gay porn? |
| Is he skiing? What? |
| Or is he in a gay porn? |
| Is he skiing? Huh? |
| Or is he in a gay porn? |
| Here’s a hint |
| He’s in a gay porn |
| Okay Bo, this miming shit is getting pretty annoying |
| So give them the real thing |
| My voice is so fucking natural |
| It’s naturally good |
| Naturally good |
| Naturally good |
| This is the end of the song |
| And the Beginning of the show |
| Welcome to the show! |
| That lizard part was pretty fucking stupid |
| We’re uh |
| We’re recording part of the CD tonight |
| And yeah, good to start off with 8 minutes of mime jokes, for the CD |
| I want to start off with a joke for my fellas |
| I don’t feel like I connect with my men in the audience |
| As well as I do with my, prepubescent girls |
| Where my fellas at?! Fellas?! |
| Yo fellas |
| Don’t you hate it when you’re sucking a guy’s dick |
| And he ends up being a faggot? |
| Am I right? |
| These fucking faggots with their tasty dicks |
| Alright |
| If you’d like to leave during the show |
| The exit signs are marked clearly in red |
| Sort of an orangish, redish, fiery red |
| So we’ll be fucked if we need them |
| But we can see them now! |
| This show is called «what.» |
| And I hope there’s some surprises- |
| Oh |
| He meant to knock the water over |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| But you all thought it was an accident |
| But he meant to knock the water over |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Art is a lie |
| NOTHING IS REAL |
| So it’s called «what.» |
| And uh, it’s about |
| Hey, cool it |
| He meant to knock the water over |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| But you all thought it was an acc- |
| Take it off repeat, it won’t |
| This is the good thing |
| We can edit all this |
| In the actual CD recor- |
| He meant to play the track again |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| But you all thought it was an accident |
| But he meant to play the water track a- |
| Gain, gain, gain |
| Art’s still a lie |
| NOTHING’S STILL REAL |
| What’s the deal with segue’s? |
| Uh, food jokes |
| Let’s do some food jokes |
| How you guys doing in the nosebleeds? |
| Up-top? |
| Yes, the nosebleeds |
| Where the cocaine is done |
| I had a hot dog for breakfast in Madison actually this morning |
| Yeah, afterwards I felt like this |
| (Picks up stool and swings it around) |
| Because I couldn’t control my stools |
| Alright, Jesus |
| For the people listening, I moved the stool around a lot. This is going to get |
| difficult. But I’m glad you like poop-based puns, they’ll be a majority of the |
| show. Never waste a moment! Every moment could become a comedic moment! |