Barenaked Ladies

Words and Music by Steven Page,
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
But when I'm surrounded I just can't stop
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 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 lying here just staring at the ceiling tiles,
And thinking about what to think about
Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile,
and wondering 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,
wonderung were the hell all the love has gone,
Playing my gituar and building castles in the sun
and singing Fun, Fun, Fun,