Brian Wilson

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 Matter of fact You can call me Pavlov, dog Ring a bell and I'll salivate And how'd you like that? Dr. Landy, tell me You're not just a pedagogue Cause right now I'm Lyin' in bed, just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm I'm lyin' in bed, just like Brian Wilson did, oh So I'm lyin' here Just starin' at the ceilin' tiles And I'm thinkin' about What to think about Just listenin' and relistenin' To smiley smile And I'm wonderin' if this is Some kind of creative drought because I'm lyin' in bed Just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm I'm lyin' in bed, just like Brian Wilson did, oh And if you wanna find me I'll be Out in the sandbox Just wonderin' where the hell all the Love is gone I'm playin' my guitar and buildin' Castles in the sun, woh wo woh And singin', "fun, fun, fun" I'm lyin' in bed Just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm I'm lyin' 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 couldn't see the ground, oh Somebody help me I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me Couldn't see the ground Somebody help me Because I'm I'm lyin' in bed Just like Brian Wilson did Well I'm I'm lyin' 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 (Late night record shop) Call it impulsive You can call it compulsive And you can call it insane, oh, oh But when I'm surrounded I just can't Stop