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| Phair Liz Whip Smart The 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 sacred shrine Where 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 Vagoda 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." |
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