! (The Song Formerly Known As)

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.»