Inspired, no less, by James and his post. And the #@&*!! haze of course.

They… asked me how I knew, my poor lungs were blue… woooohohoooo
I of course replied, 'Something here outside, cannot be denied…'
They… said someday you'll find, the sun is shining right… woooohohoooo
When the air's on fire, you must realize, smog gets in your eyes'

So I coughed, and sneezed and sniffed and cried,
To think they could dope my lungs…
Yet today, my breath is gasping away, I will be without… my lungs…

Now, the API has hiked, filter masks can't hide…
So I cry and say, when you walk outside, smog gets in your eyes…

SMOG.. .GETS… IN … YOUR… EYES!!