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