Flaming Pie

• Composer
  Paul McCartney
• Lead Vocalists
  Paul McCartney

Making 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 them on the rack
Now I'm not so sure I'm ever gonna get them 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 (Explanation)
When I'm with you, you colud do with a vacation (Vacation)
I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack
Now I'm not so sure I'm ever gonna get them back

Ow
Yeah
Ah huh
Now, ha ha