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