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 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.