Intro:

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little lick before verse:

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F
Well I want to try and hold my head up high
                                                     C
In this busted-up pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
         Bb
Well you have to make an effort with me
        C                        Bb
Can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me
        F                    C              F
There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide


F
When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
                                                  C
I told the boss we had a Mercedes Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
       Bb
Well I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer
        C                     Bb
Well we might have to cut and sell your long hair
  F                        C          F
I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal


          Bb
Yeah well Honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
                                                        C
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
        Bb
I can't help but wonder, this time next year,
                    F               C
will we be drinking Dom Pérignon or reheated beer, well
F               C                   F
Honey, we can't afford to look this cheap

F
We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
                                                       C
There's too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
            Bb
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters
C                    Bb
That we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
F                        C                 F
We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands


      Bb
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
Got an image to live up to here
       C
In the best motel on Imposter Street
          Bb
While the Joneses are waltzing off to dinner
F
We're gluing old lottery tickets together
          C
Trying to make us a winner
      F               C                   F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap