Brian Wilson

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 instinct, a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact

You can call me Pavlov's dog

Ring a bell and I salivate, how'd you like that?

Dr. Lande, tell me you're not just a pedagogue

'Cause right now I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

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 what to think about

Just listening and re-listening to Smiley Smiles

And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought

'Cause 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

Wondering where all the love has gone

Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun

And singing "Fun, Fun, Fun"

I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

I had a dream I was three hundred 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

Somebody help me, I could not see the ground

Somebody help me because

I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

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

I can't stop

Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night