Lyrics Bo Burnham – Repeat Stuff

Ah, but anyway I wanna thank you very much once more for coming.
This is my favourite thing to do, to perform.
Ah, and you coming allows me to do that.
I really-really do appreciate that.

I’ve just blacked out for ten seconds.

Love songs used to be so beautiful, you know.

«Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table.»
T.S. Elliot

Beautiful

Love songs nowadays just as beautiful guys, if not more: Justin Bieber, One Direction, Usher, you know them.

You know their love songs, beautiful, complex love songs, but these new artists, the J Biebs, the 1Ds, the Ushers, they’ve—they’ve done something pretty strange to the format and the structure and the purpose of the love songs.
And I try to capture how they’ve changed it with this love song.
I hope you’ll enjoy it and, most importantly, mark the differences.

Jason Derulo.

I love your hair
I love your name
I love the way you say it
I love your heart
And you’re so smart,
‘Cause you gave away it
I love your sis’
I love your dad
I love your mum
But more than all of that
I love the fact that you are dumb
Enough to not realize everything I’ve said has been said before
In a thousand ways in a thousand songs,
Sung with the same four chords

Oh, girl, I hope you don’t think that I’m rude
When I tell you that I love you, boo
I also hope that you don’t see through
This cleverly constructed ruse
Designed by a marketing team
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
And girls’ desperate need to feel loved

America says we love a chorus
But don’t get complicated and bore us
Though meaning might be missin’
We need to know the words after just one listen
So,
Repeat stuff
8x

I love my baby and you know I couldn’t live without her
But now I need to make every girl think this song’s about her
Just to make sure that they spread it like the plague
So, I describe my dream girl as really really vague,
Like…

«I love your hands ’cause your fingerprints are like no other.
I love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish color.
I love it when you smile, that you smile wide.
And I love how your torso has an arm on either side.»

Now, if you’re my agent
You might be thinking,
«Oh no, sound the alarms.
You’re not appealing to little girls who don’t have arms.»
But they can’t use iTunes, so, fuck ’em
Who needs ’em?

Oh, girl,
Oh, hello, Satan
Satan, you…

Repeat stuff
4x
Everybody
Repeat stuff
4x
Come on. Louder. I can’t hear you.

Young ones, listen up

I’m in magazines
Full of model teens,
So far above you
So, read them and hate yourself,
Then pay me to tell you I love you
I love you

And your parents will always come along,
Because their little girl is in love
And how could love be wrong?
How could love be wrong?
When you
Repeat stuff
4x

I am a vessel
666
Illuminati
Free Masons

We know it’s not right,
We know it’s not funny,
But we’ll stop beating this dead horse
When it stops spitting out money
But until then we will repeat stuff