Coz people tend to freak me out
Watch their lips you work it out
I can hear the words but I still don?t know what it?s all about

You wont see me down the disco, mama
Coz bright lights really hurt my eyes
I?d rather stay and dance with you
To the funky music playing on you stereo

CHORUS:
Oooh, things don?t get no better than, better than you and me
Oooh, things don?t get no better than, better than you and me

I don?t go to concerts baby,
The music sounds up to loud
Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass
I always lose you in the crowd

You won?t see me tribal raving baby
Coz I wont ever look that good
I?d rather dance in ugly pants
In the comfort of a lounge room in suburbia

CHORUS x2

That?s right!

CHORUS x2

That?s right!

Better than you and me

Better than you and me

(thankyou Mr. DJ!)