Barenaked Ladies - Brian Wilson lyrics

Drove downtown in the rain
Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive
Call it insane
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop

It's a matter of instinct
It's a matter of conditioning
A matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov's dog
Ring a bell and I'll salivate
How'd you like that?
Dr landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue
Because right now I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

So I'm lying here just staring
At the ceiling tiles and I'm thinking about
Oh, what to think about
Just listening and re-listening
To Smiley Smile and I'm wondering if this is
Some kind of creative drought because I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

And if you want to find me
I'll be out in the sandbox
Just wondering where the hell all
The love has gone
I'm playing my guitar and building
Castles in the sun (whoa oh)
And singing "Fun, Fun, Fun"

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
(whoa oh) somebody help me
I couldn't see the ground somebody help me
I couldn't see the ground somebody help me
Because I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

Drove downtown in the rain
Nine-thirty on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive
You can call it insane
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop