Words: G.Williams, L.Dukes, N.Glover Music: L.Smith, G.Vaughn, G.Williams Arranged by: L.Smith, J.Saddler - 1987 From the Album "Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang"       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)