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
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