Where The Pigs Don`t Fly

Out in the sticks out in the stickiness They're sparking up with someone oh They're covering their jumpers in roses oh They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans Where the pigs don't fly oh... Out over there out in the sticky wire fire I've heard there's someone saying "I do" Your royal stickiness your highness 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