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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
But 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. Lendy tell me you're not just a pedagogue
'Cause right now I'm

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 starting 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 created drought
Because I am

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox
Wondering where the hell all the love has gone
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun will go
And singing "Fun, fun, fun"

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

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 could not 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

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

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, you can call it insane
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop