Out in the sticks
Out in the stickiness
Theyre chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
Theyre sparking up with someone, oh
Theyre covering their jumpers in roses, oh-oh
Where pigs dont fly, oh-oh
Out over there
Out in the sticky wire fire
Your royal stickiness, your highness
Ive heard theres someone saying I do
And banging at an old piano...tune
Where the pigs dont fly, I do
Where the pigs dont fly, I do
Where the pigs dont fly, I do
Where the pigs dont fly, I do
I do