Lyric ! The song formerly known as

! 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