Lletres: Dead Milkmen. My Many Smells.

Sometimes I smell like a barrel of rotting fruit
Stinking up the jungle under the hot tropical sun
Other times I smell like thick black swamp-water
Backed into your toilet on a warm summer day

These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me? Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me? Won't you share my stench?

Once I smelled just like the bathroom
After grandma used it and she's been eating prunes
Other times I smell like a city garbage strike
When all the horseflies grow to 3 inches long

These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me? Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me? Won't you share my stench?

Sometimes I smell just like death itself
A sickening sweet smell I could really make you ill
Smell me, smell me, smell me, smell me, smell me
See me, hear me, touch me, smell me
Smell me, smell me, smell me