The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member, with my beetle 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 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 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 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 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"