Upon the underground in comfort as always,
with no room to breathe,
look,
could you stop it,
could you stop it please,
because you seem to have your armpits in my face,
and my family will not appreciate it,
if you suffocate me to death you see,
look, could you stop it,
could you stop it please,
because I fear,
your armpits will be the death of me,
and my insurance company does not cover that,
and I do not think my family,
will find it too funny,
and death by body odour really has no appeal to me.
