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 **** 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 **** 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 **** brown reservoir

Is a testament to the dogs of L.A

They hold the place
like the Mafia and say

Run me round again