Where the Pigs Don't Fly

Oh, out in the sticks
Oh, out in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparkin' up with someone, oh
They're covering up their jumpers in roses, oh
Ooh-oh

Where pigs don't fly, ooh-oh

Oh, out in the sticks
Oh, out in the sticky wire fire
Your royal stickiness, your highness
I've heard there's someone saying, "I do"
And banging at an old piano... tune

Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do

I do