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
It's a matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov's dog

Ring a bell and I'll salivate
How would you like that?
Dr. Lendy 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

So I'm lying here, just starting at the ceiling tiles
And I'm thinking about what to think about
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile

And I'm wondering if this is
Some kind of create drought
Because I am

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
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 till I couldn't see the ground
I floated till I couldn't see the ground

Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me, 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, call it insane
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop