Intro:
Making love underneath the bed,
shooting starts from a purple sky.
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!
Inter:
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,...