"Brian Wilson" lyrics - BARENAKED LADIES

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