1 2 3 4. 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