| Song | Underarms |
| Artist | Grandmaster Flash |
| Album | Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang |
| 作词 : Dukes, Glover, Smith, Vaughn ... | |
| Well you got a hot date and you wanna be fly | |
| Throw on a gucci blazer and a gucci tie | |
| Not a hair out of place,a freshly-shaved face | |
| You think you're walkin' out the house with style and grace | |
| (don't you) | |
| You pick up your girl and take her to dinner | |
| 'cause when the night is over you think you're gonna win her | |
| Then you move real close using all your charm | |
| And then your girl says "baby guess that" | |
| (i smell your underarms) | |
| That odor,it's ringin' out loud and clear as a bell | |
| You can't hear it because you're immune to the smell | |
| I describe your aroma as foul and pathetic | |
| And they can use your odor as the latest anesthetic | |
| Now i know that it's stone cold funk,i can tell | |
| 'cause it's written all over by the way you smell | |
| That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent | |
| You'll be arrested for malicious body odor intent | |
| Your odor going 'round,doin' people bodily harm | |
| And then somebody turned around and said | |
| (i smell your underarms) | |
| You woke up late for work usin' the same old line | |
| Don't think i'm gonna wash my underarms this time | |
| The more you ignore,the worse the smell grows | |
| And you pick out all clothes by using your nose | |
| It was the rush hour when i was on the train | |
| And the smell of underarms was drivin' me insane | |
| It was a sure-fire way of bringing me to my death | |
| I couldn't hold a conversation,i was holding my breath | |
| And you cold see the funk just like a cloud in the air | |
| Was homeboy sittin' next to me,i swear! | |
| And when i saw the direction this girl was leaning | |
| You could hear homebody's underarms just screaming | |
| (ugh.....) | |
| (i smell your underarms) | |
| Hanging at a party one night,all alone | |
| Sippin' on a bottle of dom perignon | |
| The crowd was on the floor,rocking the beat | |
| Smelling like thay ain't bathed since last week | |
| The smell was all through the house,cold rockin' the place | |
| The funk fill the air like a fresh can of mace | |
| When you raised your hands i had to sound tha alarm | |
| A girl said "look,there's monster growin under his arm" | |
| We were so shocked we couldn't even run (uhgh) | |
| And they declared his arm public enemy number one | |
| Now throw your hands in the air,if you want to party hard | |
| Now put your hands back down,everybody's,'cause | |
| You didn't use right guard | |
| (i smell your underarms) |
| zuò cí : Dukes, Glover, Smith, Vaughn ... | |
| Well you got a hot date and you wanna be fly | |
| Throw on a gucci blazer and a gucci tie | |
| Not a hair out of place, a freshlyshaved face | |
| You think you' re walkin' out the house with style and grace | |
| don' t you | |
| You pick up your girl and take her to dinner | |
| ' cause when the night is over you think you' re gonna win her | |
| Then you move real close using all your charm | |
| And then your girl says " baby guess that" | |
| i smell your underarms | |
| That odor, it' s ringin' out loud and clear as a bell | |
| You can' t hear it because you' re immune to the smell | |
| I describe your aroma as foul and pathetic | |
| And they can use your odor as the latest anesthetic | |
| Now i know that it' s stone cold funk, i can tell | |
| ' cause it' s written all over by the way you smell | |
| That funk the aroma, that smell, that scent | |
| You' ll be arrested for malicious body odor intent | |
| Your odor going ' round, doin' people bodily harm | |
| And then somebody turned around and said | |
| i smell your underarms | |
| You woke up late for work usin' the same old line | |
| Don' t think i' m gonna wash my underarms this time | |
| The more you ignore, the worse the smell grows | |
| And you pick out all clothes by using your nose | |
| It was the rush hour when i was on the train | |
| And the smell of underarms was drivin' me insane | |
| It was a surefire way of bringing me to my death | |
| I couldn' t hold a conversation, i was holding my breath | |
| And you cold see the funk just like a cloud in the air | |
| Was homeboy sittin' next to me, i swear! | |
| And when i saw the direction this girl was leaning | |
| You could hear homebody' s underarms just screaming | |
| ugh..... | |
| i smell your underarms | |
| Hanging at a party one night, all alone | |
| Sippin' on a bottle of dom perignon | |
| The crowd was on the floor, rocking the beat | |
| Smelling like thay ain' t bathed since last week | |
| The smell was all through the house, cold rockin' the place | |
| The funk fill the air like a fresh can of mace | |
| When you raised your hands i had to sound tha alarm | |
| A girl said " look, there' s monster growin under his arm" | |
| We were so shocked we couldn' t even run uhgh | |
| And they declared his arm public enemy number one | |
| Now throw your hands in the air, if you want to party hard | |
| Now put your hands back down, everybody' s,' cause | |
| You didn' t use right guard | |
| i smell your underarms |