Out in the sticks out in the stickiness

They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans

They're sparking up with someone oh

They're covering their jumpers in roses oh



Where the pigs don't fly oh...



Out over there out in the sticky wire fire

Your royal stickiness your highness

I've heard there's someone saying "I do"

And banging out an old piano tune



Where the pigs don't fly I do

Where the pigs don't fly, I do



I do