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
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