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."