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