Lyrics The Wildhearts

The Wildhearts

Better Than Cable

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