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 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