
		Brian Wilson

!		(CAPO ON 3RD FRET)

>		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 impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane
>		G               D                    Bm7  Am7
		But when I'm surrounded 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

>		G        D             Am7
CHORUS:		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 guitar 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 meeeeee, 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 impulsive, call it compulsive, or call it insane (whoa-oh)
>		G                  D                    Bm7        Cmaj7
		'Cause when I'm surrounded 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.