Dogs Of L.A.

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"