! the song formerly known as
i don`t go to parties baby
cos people tend to freak me out
watch their lips you can work it out
i can hear the words but i still don`t know what it`s all about
you won`t see me down the disco mama
bright lights really hurt my eyes
i`d rather stay and dance with you
to the funky music playing on your stereo
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and new
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and me
i don`t go to concerts baby
music`s always up too loud
cigarettes and alcohol get up my arse
i always lose you in the crowd
you won`t see me tribal raving baby
cos i won`t ever look that good
i`d rather dance in ugly pants in the comfort of a loungeroom in suburbia
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and me
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and me
that`s right
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and me
ooh ooh, things don`t get no better
better than you and me
that`s right
better than you and me
better than you and me
thankyou mr. dj