Paul McCartney — Flaming Pie Home Recording

Making love underneath the bed Shooting stars from a purple sky I don't care how you do it I'm the man on the flaming pie Stick my tongue out and lick my nose I 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 Go ahead, check my rhythm I'm the man on the flaming pie Go ahead, have a vision I'm the man on the flaming pie Hey!