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 Whoa, whoa ♪ Where the pigs don't fly, I do, whoa, whoa Out over there Out in the sticky wildfire Your royal stickiness with your highness I've heard there's someone saying I do I'm banging at the 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