WHERE THE PIGS DON'T FLY

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 up their jumpers in roses  oh
Where 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 at the old piano tune
Where the pigs don't fly  I do
I do