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-oh
Where pigs don’t fly, oh-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 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 |
