| G | D | Am7 | G | |
| Drove | downtown in the | rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday | night |
| D | Bm7 | Am7 | |
| Just to | check out the late night | record | shop |
| G | D | Am7 | |
| Call it im | pulsive, call it com | pulsive, call it insane |
| G | D | Bm7 | Am7 | |
| But when I'm sur | rounded I just can't | stah- | op |
| (This progression continues throughout the slow intro) |
| It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact |
| You can call me Pavlov's dog |
| Ring a bell and I'll salivate, well how'd you like that |
| Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue, 'cause right now I'm |
| CHORUS: |
| G | D | Am7 | |
| Lying in | bed just like | Brian Wilson did |
| G | D | Em | Em/C | Em/C# | Em/C | |
| Well I'm, | lying in | bed just like Brian | Wilson did |
| (Progression for the verse is the same as intro. Just listen to the song |
| to get the proper rythym and tempo) |
| Well I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles |
| And I'm thinking about, whoa what to think about |
| Just listening and relistening to smiley smile |
| And I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative doubt, because I'm |
| CHORUS |
| Am7 | D | F | Em | |
| And if you wanna | find me I'll be | out in the | sandbox |
| Am7 | D | G | F | Am7 | |
| Just wondering | where the hell all the | love has | gah-ah- | ahn |
| D | F | Em | Am7 | |
| Playing my gui | tar and building | castles in the | sun, whoa-whoa- | oh-oh |
| D | G | |
| And | singing fun, fun, | fun |
| CHORUS |
| Am | E7 | Am | E7 | Am | |
| I | had a | dream that I was | three hundred | pounds |
| E7 | Am | E7 | Am | |
| And | though I was very | heavy I | floated 'til I couldn't see the | ground |
| (Pick up the rythym at this point) |
| E7 | Am | E7 | |
| I | floated 'til I | couldn't see the | ground |
| Am | E7 | |
| Somebody help me ( | I couldn't see the ground) |
| Am | E7 | |
| Somebody help me ( | I couldn't see the ground) |
| Am | E7 | |
| Somebody help meee | eee, because I'm |
| CHORUS |
| (With lots of angst, repeat intro) |
| G | D | Am7 | G | |
| Drove | downtown in the ray-ee- | ain, 9:30 on a Tuesday | night |
| D | Bm7 | Am7 | G | |
| Just to | check out the late night | record | shop (late night record | shop) |
| D | Am7 | |
| Call it im | pulsive, call it com | pulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh) |
| G | D | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | |
| 'Cause when I'm sur | rounded I just can't | stah-ah-ah- | p |
| The outro is a Secret Agent Man sort of thingy based in Em that goes as |
| follows: |
| Em | Em/C | Em/C# | Em/C | |
| Do this a few times, then just go wild on the Em. |
| If you've got a bongo playing comrade, this can really sound great. |
| Happy playing!! |
| Liz Myers |