Well I want to try and hold my head up high
In this busted-up pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
Well you have to make an effort with me
Can you make it look like you’re chauffeuring me
There’s enough gas to get us home now if we glide
When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
I told the boss we had a Mercedes Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
Well I can’t borrow this tuxedo much longer
Well we might have to cut and sell your long hair
I don’t mind you wearing a wig, but I won’t steal
Yeah well
Honey, we can’t afford to look this cheap
We need to make it look like we’re high class, so we’ll haul ourself on, we can’t be beat
I can’t help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Pérignon or reheated beer, well
Honey, we can’t afford to look this cheap
We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
There’s too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
And if they find out that we ain’t real songwriters
That we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
We’re gonna lose the pair of dice (paradise) that’s in our hands
Well, honey, we can’t afford to look this cheap
Got an image to live up to here
In the best motel on Imposter Street
While the Joneses are waltzing off to dinner
We’re gluing old lottery tickets together
Trying to make us a winner
Well, honey, we can’t afford to look this cheap