Brian Wilson Lyrics

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 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 ohh
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 ohh
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 ohh
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, ohh 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, ooh yea
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, ohh ohh But when I'm surrounded I just can't Stop

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