College Kids Are Coming Home For Thanksgiving And Terrorizing Their Parents With "Mo Bamba"

“Mo Bamba” is the biggest song on the planet and has been for about six months now. It’s inescapable. You go to a sporting event: they’re gonna play it. You go to the grocery store trying to pick up some fresh arugula: you’re going to hear it. You open up your front door to see your son or daughter after they’ve been away at school for several months, just happy to have your flesh and blood back under your roof for a couple of days before they go back to their studies and guess what? You’re gonna have “Mo Bamba” blasting right in your fucking face from the time they put their bags down til the second they catch the Greyhound bus out of town. And these middle aged parents and grandparents don’t like it. They don’t like it one bit. “Where did you get all these hoes, Tommy? Who is Ali? Are you dealing drugs with terrorists?”

There are always massively popular songs that dominate a year, that’s not a new phenomenon by any stretch. But I cannot remember a song that not only dominated from a popularity standpoint but completely took over the lives of the teens like this. “Mo Bamba” is “Baby Shark” for rowdy college teens. It’s not a song, it’s a fucking drug at this point. When it’s literally ruining the lives of your immediate family you are classified as an addict and these kids are addicted to vaping and “Mo Bamba” and cannot function without one or the other at a given moment. If I was a college DJ right now I’d show up, plug in my phone, and play “Mo Bamba” and “Sicko Mode” and nothing else for six straight hours. I’d be the most famous DJ in the country after a month.