Where The Pigs Don`t Fly

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