Uptown funk you up, we say uptown funk you up—

silk threads on my back, gold鏈接in my Cup,

Deadstock kicks kick harder than karma,

Haters turn ghosts when the groove get warmer.

Harlem to the moon, Jupiter in the trunk,

Saturn on my wrist, drip slappin’ like a dunk.

Don’t believe me? Just watch—watch the cosmos pop,

We rocket in the pocket, never land, never stop.

霓虹在腳底打滑，我把心跳踩成Funk的貝斯線

偷走你唇邊的薄荷煙，吐成一朵紫色的云

鼓點(diǎn)像小偷，把月光塞進(jìn)你牛仔褲的破洞

快承認(rèn)吧，這節(jié)奏是贓物——

當(dāng)合成器尖叫，我的告白在霓虹里裸奔

Baby confess your love，別讓拍子空轉(zhuǎn)

把名字寫進(jìn)我耳機(jī)的失真里，讓低音替我們發(fā)誓

今夜所有紅燈都為我們綠成一首偷渡的戀曲

Uptown funk you up, we say uptown funk you up,

Drippin’ that gold satin swagger, shoes cut the moon in half,

H-town to Harlem—every curb’s a catwalk,

Bruno got the perm poppin’, Ronson’s groove talk,

Bass so thick it shimmy-shakes your backbone,

Ride the clap like a Cadillac chrome,

Mic in my hand, ice in my pinky,

Whole room blinkin’, everybody funky,

To the right, to the left—dip, spin, show your crest,

We don’t chase the vibe, baby, we manifest.