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Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness
The chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
There 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
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