watch their lips to work it out i can hear the words but I still don't know what
its all about
won't 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 our stereo ooo
Things don't get no better, better than me and you
I don't go to concerts baby
music's always up too loud
Cigarettes and alcohol get up my arse and i always lose you in the crowd
Won't see my tribal raving baby
coz i won't ever look that good
I'd rather dance in ugly pants in the comfort of a lounge roon in suburbia
