[Intro — one cork pop, dead silence, then baritone sax riff and handclaps. Choir: “ooh”] (Pop.) [Verse 1 — sung, sly, strutting] They won’t let us call it champagne So we didn’t call it anything Stripped it down to the black and the bone No name on the label — you’ll know it by the sound Three parts sunshine, one part trouble Dry as a joke and sweet on you Pick it up because you can’t read it Put it down and it’ll follow you home [Pre-Chorus — claps double, horns swell] You don’t need the words tonight You just need the sound [Chorus — horns, gospel choir, big] POP — that’s I love you in every language POP — and the whole room heard Black bottle, gold inside POP — you don’t need another word [Verse 2 — sung] Weddings, Tuesdays, nothing at all Any excuse is a good excuse Long table, glasses up, somebody’s making a speech Nobody’s listening, everybody’s here Fine bubbles, no bling, no fuss The fizz does the talking for us [Pre-Chorus] You don’t need the words tonight You just need the sound [Chorus] POP — that’s I love you in every language POP — and the whole room heard Black bottle, gold inside POP — you don’t need another word [Bridge — band drops out, claps and choir only, call and response] Say it with a — (POP!) Say it with a — (POP!) Every language, every table, every time Say it with a — (POP!) [Final Chorus — twice, horns and choir at full, sax solo under the second] POP — that’s I love you in every language POP — and the whole room heard Black bottle, gold inside POP — you don’t need another word [Outro — band stops dead. One more cork. Choir, quietly:] (Pop.) That’s all we had to say.
