Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

You’re better than a Saturday night
You’re better than killing a fight
You’re maybe better than the gift of sight
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than my favourite shoes
You’re better than beating the blues
You’re better than a new tattoo
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

More danger than a stranger’s kiss
How in the world did I deserve all this?
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

You’re better than making the rent
You’re better than a night in a tent
You’re even better than 40 percent
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than seeing the world
You’re better than Steve Earle
You’re even better than girls
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than sleeping late
Or being straight
In a thousand ways

More exciting than a night on the town
What would I do without you around?
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

Had every drug in town, it told me I was down
See through a cloudy haze, hope I come around
Now that I know ya
And I sure am glad that I know ya
I need you, you need me
So who needs drugs?

You’re better than a ton in the car
You’re better than a screaming guitar
You’re the best and you know you are
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

And you do it like nobody can
And I’m the world’s most fortunate man
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Whatever

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

You’re better than a Saturday night
You’re better than killing a fight
You’re maybe better than the gift of sight
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than my favourite shoes
You’re better than beating the blues
You’re better than a new tattoo
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

More danger than a stranger’s kiss
How in the world did I deserve all this?
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

You’re better than making the rent
You’re better than a night in a tent
You’re even better than 40 percent
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than seeing the world
You’re better than Steve Earle
You’re even better than girls
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than sleeping late
Or being straight
In a thousand ways

More exciting than a night on the town
What would I do without you around?
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

Had every drug in town, it told me I was down
See through a cloudy haze, hope I come around
Now that I know ya
And I sure am glad that I know ya
I need you, you need me
So who needs drugs?

You’re better than a ton in the car
You’re better than a screaming guitar
You’re the best and you know you are
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

And you do it like nobody can
And I’m the world’s most fortunate man
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Whatever

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

You’re better than a Saturday night
You’re better than killing a fight
You’re maybe better than the gift of sight
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than my favourite shoes
You’re better than beating the blues
You’re better than a new tattoo
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

More danger than a stranger’s kiss
How in the world did I deserve all this?
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

You’re better than making the rent
You’re better than a night in a tent
You’re even better than 40 percent
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than seeing the world
You’re better than Steve Earle
You’re even better than girls
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than sleeping late
Or being straight
In a thousand ways

More exciting than a night on the town
What would I do without you around?
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

Had every drug in town, it told me I was down
See through a cloudy haze, hope I come around
Now that I know ya
And I sure am glad that I know ya
I need you, you need me
So who needs drugs?

You’re better than a ton in the car
You’re better than a screaming guitar
You’re the best and you know you are
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

And you do it like nobody can
And I’m the world’s most fortunate man
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Whatever

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

Better Than Cable

Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

You’re better than a Saturday night
You’re better than killing a fight
You’re maybe better than the gift of sight
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than my favourite shoes
You’re better than beating the blues
You’re better than a new tattoo
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

More danger than a stranger’s kiss
How in the world did I deserve all this?
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on (so come on)
So come on

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

You’re better than making the rent
You’re better than a night in a tent
You’re even better than 40 percent
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than seeing the world
You’re better than Steve Earle
You’re even better than girls
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than sleeping late
Or being straight
In a thousand ways

More exciting than a night on the town
What would I do without you around?
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this

Had every drug in town, it told me I was down
See through a cloudy haze, hope I come around
Now that I know ya
And I sure am glad that I know ya
I need you, you need me
So who needs drugs?

You’re better than a ton in the car
You’re better than a screaming guitar
You’re the best and you know you are
You’re better, you’re better
You’re better than satellite
Staying up all night
In a thousand ways

And you do it like nobody can
And I’m the world’s most fortunate man
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Oh no (oh yeah)
Whatever

You’re the bomb, you’re the one, the wow
You’re better, you’re better
The dog’s balls and the cat’s meow
You’re better, you’re better
Ain’t ever gonna be that guy hanging round
Looking for somebody to kiss
Little one, well it don’t come better than this
Little one, well it don’t come better than this