(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Well, now, pay attention people
Just in case you hadn’t heard
There’s some folks messin’ ’round
With mother nature’s little world, baby
And what they do is really freaky
They gets themselves a plane
And they fly it around with chemicals, baby
Tryin’ ta make it rain
So when you’re out there in that blizzard,
Shiverin’ in the cold
Just look up to the sky
And thank the government for the snow
And sing the low-down, experimental, cloud-seedin’,
Who-needs-’em-baby? silver i-i-o-dide blues
Oh, yeah.
Woo!