Barenaked Ladies
Rock Spectacle
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 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,
And 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 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 a wonderin 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
Out in the sandbox
Just wondering where the hell all the
Love has gone
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun
Whoh-oh-oh
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 could not see the ground
Whoh-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

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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 you can call it compulsive you can call it insane
When I'm surrounded I just can't stop

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