Barenaked Ladies - Brian Wilson (Live) lyrics

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 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, now 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-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, whoa So I'm a-lying here just staring at the ceiling tiles And I'm thinking about, oh, what to think about Just listening and relistening 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-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 is gone A-playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa, whoa, whoa And singing "Fun, Fun, Fun" I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well, I-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 couldn't see the ground, 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-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, ooh, 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 But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop