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"