I don’t go to parties’ baby

Coz people tend to freak me out

Watch their lips you work it out

I can hear the words but I still don’t know what it’s all about



You wont see me down the disco, mama

Coz bright lights really hurt my eyes

I’d rather stay and dance with you

To the funky music playing on you stereo



CHORUS:

Oooh, things don’t get no better than, better than you and me

Oooh, things don’t get no better than, better than you and me



I don’t go to concerts baby,

The music sounds up to loud

Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass

I always lose you in the crowd



You won’t see me tribal raving baby

Coz I wont ever look that good

I’d rather dance in ugly pants

In the comfort of a lounge room in suburbia



CHORUS x2



That’s right!



CHORUS x2



That’s right!



Better than you and me



Better than you and me



(thankyou Mr. DJ!)