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.

EV'RYTHING 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 SO SURE I'M EVER GONNA GET 'EM BACK.

CUT MY TOES OFF TO SPITE MY FEET,
I DON'T KNOW WETHER 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 EV'RYTHING 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.

OW!

YEAH!

UH HUH!

OOH!

NOW, HA, HA!