Verse 1:
Bb     F               Cm7                     Bb
Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
        F                        Dm7    Cm7
Just to check out the late night record shop
Bb         F                   Cm7
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
Bb               F                    Dm7  Cm7 Bb
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-op
                 F                             Cm7                          Bb
It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact
         F               Dm7  Cm7  Bb
You can call me Pavlov's dog
        F                    Cm7                         Bb
Ring a bell and I'll salivate, well how'd you like that
      F                   Dm7           Cm7
Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue, 'cause right now I'm

Chorus:
Bb        F             Cm7
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
         Bb         F                   Gm         Gm       Gm      Gm     Bb
Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

Verse 2:
           F       Cm7                            Bb
Well I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles
           F          Dm7                  Cm7   Bb
And I'm thinking about, whoa what to think about
      F             Cm7                   Bb
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile
           F                 Dm7             Cm7
And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought, because I'm

Chorus:
Bb        F             Cm7
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
         Bb         F                   Gm         Gm    Gm   Gm  
Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did              
Gm    Gm   Gm  
Whoa

Bridge:
Cm7              F              Ab            Gm
And if you wanna find me I'll be out in the sandbox
Cm7            F                      Bb        Ab      Cm7
Just wondering where the hell all the love has gah-ah-ahn
              F                Ab              Gm             Cm7
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
    F                 Bb
And singing fun, fun, fun

Chorus:
Bb        F             Cm7
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
         Bb         F                   Gm         Gm       Gm      Gm  
Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Gm    Gm   Gm      Cm
Whoa

Bridge:
  Gm7   Cm               Gm7           Cm
I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
    Gm7                Cm      Gm7                            Cm
And though I was very heavy I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
  Gm7             Cm               Gm7
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
Cm                Gm7
Somebody help me -I couldn't see the ground-
Cm                Gm7
Somebody help me -I couldn't see the ground-
Cm                G7
Somebody help meeeeee, because I'm

Chorus:
Bb        F             Cm7
Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
         Bb         F                   Gm         Gm       Gm      Gm  
Well I'm, lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

Verse 3:
Bb     F                      Cm7                    Bb
Drove downtown in the ray-ee-ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday night
        F                        Dm7    Cm7                     Bb
Just to check out the late night record shop -late night record shop-
          F                   Cm7
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane -whoa-oh-
Bb                  F                    Dm7        Ebmaj7
'Cause when I'm surrounded I just can't stah-ah-ah-p

Outro:
   Gm  Gm     Gm     Gm     -x9-
   Gm