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
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