Paul McCartney

Flaming Pie

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 ‘em on the rack
Now I'm not so sure I'm ever 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 so sure I'm ever gonna get ‘em back

 

"FLAMING PIE" was first performed on May 25 2004 in Gijon

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