Lyrics

[Robbie Williams, Michael Bublé, both] We're the love brigade That sings serenades Flying in G6 jets Over woodland glades These are canapés and not hand grenades And that's the choice we made Go USA Or Taliban chic If you got massive hands Or tiny feet Life hands you lemons then sell lemonade It's the choice we made So.... I'm gonna sell a soda pop I wanna sell soda pop I'm gonna sell soda pop I wanna sell soda pop Soda! Yoda! Bop shoo wop We like the birds We go likely lads I go on strike We're not scab scab scabs The love we lost when no one stayed It's the choice we made They wanna know About the clothes we wear If we swing both ways But who stays there As long as we get paid we don't care The choice is theirs So.... I'm gonna sell a soda pop I wanna sell soda pop I'm gonna sell soda pop I wanna sell soda pop Soda! Yoda! Bop shoo wop Come enjoy the madness How you dance through the fire is all That matters now How can you resist us? We are the business So.... I'm gonna sell a soda pop I wanna sell soda pop I'm gonna sell soda pop I wanna sell soda pop Soda! Yoda! Bop shoo wop Come enjoy the madness How you dance through the fire is all That matters now How can you resist us? We are the business So, so, so, so!