The haze is all around us in Malaysia . . .
Haze, Dude, don't make it bad,
It's been so long, yet not gettin' better.
Remember who let all the fires spread,
Only you can start to make things better
Haze, Dude, we're so afraid,
You were supposed to put out the fires.
The minute you let them burn all your greens,
Then you'll never begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel our pain,
Hey, Dude, refrain,
Don't carry the fires upon your jungles.
For well you know that we're no fools,
Who asks you to
Start making our world a little cooler.
Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah . . .
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