Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Disc One
Song: Brian Wilson
Submitted By: Carolynn

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Drove downtown
In the rain
9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
Call it impulsive
Call it compulsive
Call it insane
When i'm surrounded
I just can't stop

It's a matter of instints
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
Cos right now i'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well i'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Whoa)

So I'm lying here
Just staring at the ceiling tiles
And i'm thinking bout what to think about
Just listening and relistening
To Smiley Smile
And i'm wondering if this is some kind of creative job
Because

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well i'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Whoa)

And if you want to find me
I'll be out in the sandbox
Just wondering where the hell all
The love has gone
Playing my guitar
And building castles in the sun
(Whoa whoa whoa)
and singing fun fun fun

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well i'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Whoa)

I had a dream
That I was 300 pounds
And though I was very heavy
I floated till I couldn't see the ground
I floated till I could not see the ground
(Oh)
Somebody help me
Baby I couldnt see the ground
Somebody help me
I couldnt see the ground
Somebody help me
Cos i'm

lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well i'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
(Ooooooh yeah)

Drove downtown
In the rain
9:30 on a Tuesday night
Just to check out the late-night record shop
(Late night record shop)
Call it impulsive
You can call it compulsive
You can call it insane
(oh ho)
When i'm surrounded
I just can't stop