Paul Mccartney - Flaming Pie
Makin’ love underneath the bed
Shooting stars from a purple sky
I don’t care how I do it.
I’m the man on the flaming pie
Stick my tongue out and lick my nose
Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly
Go ahead, have a vision.
I’m the man on the flaming pie
Everything I do has a simple explanation.
When I’m with you, you could do with a vacation
I took my brains out and stretched ¡®em on a rack
Now I’m not so sure I’m gonna get ’em back
Cut my toes off to spite my feet.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry
Never mind, check my rhythm.
I’m the man on the flaming pie
I’m the man on the flaming pie
Now everything I do has a simple explanation
When I’m with you, you could do with a vacation.
I took my brains out and stretched ¡®em on the rack.
Now I’m not too sure I’m gonna to get ’em back.