Paul Mccartney - Flaming pie - live at citifield, nyc - digital audio lyrics

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 I stick my tongue out and lick my nose Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly Well, go ahead, I 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 But never mind just check my rhythm I'm the man on the flaming pie 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 I'm the man on the flaming pie Yes, I'm the man on the flaming pie Well, I'm the man on the flaming pie