Текст песни Paul McCartney - Flaming Pie

Making love underneath the bed,
 shooting starts from a purple sky.
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I don't care how I do it,
I'm the man on the flaming pie.

Stick my tougue 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 explana-  tion,

 when I'm with you you could do with a  vaca-  tion.
 I took my brains out and stretched them on a rack.
Now I'm not sure I'm ever gonna
get'em back!

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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.

Everything I do has a simple explanation,...