GDrove Ddowntown in the Am7rain, nine-thirty on a Tuesday night
GJust to cDheck out the late-night reBm7cord shop  Am7   
GCall it Dimpulsive, call it coAm7mpulsive, call it insane
GWhen I'm Dsurrounded I just can'Bm7t stop         Am7   

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

GLying in Dbed just like BriAm7an Wilson did
Well I'm Glying in beDd just like Brian WiEmlson did


So I'm lying here Just staring at the ceiling tiles
And I'm thinking about what to think about
Just listening and re-listening to Smiley Smile

Am7And if you want to Dfind me I'll be Fout in the Emsandbox
Am7Wondering where the hDell all the Glove hasF gone  Am7   
Playing my Dguitar and building cFastles in the Emsun   Am7   
And Dsinging "Fun GFun Fun"

AmI had a Em7dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy
I floated till I couldn't see the ground
I floated till I couldn't 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