The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member, with my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shot Of me approaching a painted shrine I kissed the Buddah and made him cry I kissed the Buddah and made him cry Georgie, I'm your friend And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A. They hold the place like the mafia, and say, Run me around again.
The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms You were beaming as I focused in, and I panned along And I raced you to the top, kicking snakes up from dusty rocks Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein I kissed the Buddah and made him cry I kissed the Buddah and made him cry Georgie, I'm your friend And the shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A. They hold the place like the mafia, and say, Run me around again, I wanna go again.
The shit-brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A. They hold the place like the mafia, and say, Run me around again.
