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 cause 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 better than you and me better than you and me thank you mr dj 1