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 complusive,
Call it insanne
But when I'm surrounded I just can't, stop

It's a matter of instincts,
A matter of conditioning,
A matter of fact
You can call me Pavlov's dog

Ring a bell and I salivate,
How'd you like that?
Dr Landy tell me,
I'm not just a pedagogue

'Cuz right now I'm

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Lyin in bed,
Just like Brian Wilson did,
Well I am,
Lying in bed,
Just like Brian Wilson did

So I'm 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 wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
Because I'm

Chorus

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 and
Singing "Fun, Fun, Fun"

Chorus

I had a dream
that I was three hundred pounds
Snd 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 because I'm

Chorus

Drove downtown in the rain
Nine-thirty on a tuesday night,
Just to check out the late-night
Record shop
Call it impulsive
You can call it compulsive,
You can call it insane;
But when I'm surrounded
I just can't
Stop







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