I don't go to parties, baby 'Cause 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, oh (Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better Better than you and me (Ooh-ooh) well, 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, yeah You won't see me tribal raving baby 'Cause I won't ever look that good I'd rather dance in ugly pants In the comfort of a lounge room in Suburbia, oh (Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better Better than you and me (Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better Better than you and me That's right (Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better Better than you and me (Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better Better than you and me That's right Better than you and me Better than you and me Thank you, Mr. DJ