Flaming Pie - Paul McCartney, Jeff Lynne

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

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 going to 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 could 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 going to get them back

Ow!

Yeah!

Uh-huh!

Yeah!

Ha-ha!