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 the painted shrine.
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha 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 round 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 Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha 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 round again.
I wanna go again.
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 round again.
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