Acid rain is not a problem, said the businessmen But all the fish are belly up and floating round And there's nothing growing from the ground Just ask Farmer Brown On the corner are some activists with picket signs They want the factories to stop their filthy ways But the government says it's okay It'll go away Any day Acid rain is up my nose and in my eyes Poison fish, polluted skies It makes my flowers die Acid rain will fade your car and k** your gra** Still the President is kissing...babies Acid Rain