I don't go to parties baby 'Cause people tend to freak me out Watch their lips to 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 our stereo 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 I don't go to concerts baby The music's always up too loud Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass I always lose you in the crowd 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 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 Thank you Mr. DJ
