They ask me through the years
Why I shed these tears.
I of course replied,
When you live in Van Nuys
Smog gets in your eyes.
I thought I'd play it wise,
So I closed my eyes.
But what do you suppose?
When both my eyes I close,
Smog gets in my nose.
I went to price
An anti-smog device
To put behind my car.
But all too quick,
The smog became so thick,
I could not find my car.
Ten million cars provide
Carbon monoxide.
If they'd all drive a horse,
There'd be no smog, of course,
But there'd be something worse
In your eyes!
