歌词
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
