! (The Song Formerly Known As) (Retrotech Adjustment)

[Verse 1]
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

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 ravin', baby
'Cause I won't ever look that good
I'd rather dance in ugly pants
In the comfort of a lounge room in suburbia

[Chorus]
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
You and...

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
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...