Song:

Brian Wilson

Artist:

Barenaked Ladies

Album:

Gordon

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
When i'm surrounded i just can't stop


It's a matter of instinct, It's a matter of conditioning,
It's a matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov's dog
Ring a bell and i'll salivate -- how'd you like that
Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue
'Cause right now i'm


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Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well 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 relistening to Smiley Smile
And i'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
Because i'm

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And if you want to find me i'll be
Aut in the sandbox
Wondering where all the hell all the
Love has gone
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun
And singing "Fun Fun Fun"

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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
Somebody help me, i couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me, i couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me because i'm

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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
When i'm surrounded i just can't stop