Brian Wilson by Barenaked Ladies

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, when I'm surrounded
I just can't stop

It's a matter of instinct
It's a matter of conditioning
Making 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 'cause right now I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well, I'm lying in bed
Just like Brian Wilson did, oh

So I'm lying here, just staring
At the ceiling tiles and I'm thinking
About what to think about

Just listening and re-listening
To Smiley Smile and I'm wondering
If this is some kind of creative joke, because

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well, I'm lying in bed
Just like Brian Wilson did, oh

And if you want to find me
I'll be out in the sandbox
Wondering where the hell all the love has gone

Playing my guitar
And building castles in the sun
And singing "Fun, fun, fun"

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well, I'm lying in bed
Just like Brian Wilson did, oh

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 could not see the ground

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, oh, yeah

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, oh, when I'm surrounded
I just can't stop

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