Chords
Honey We Can't Afford To Look This Cheap

Key: F

Introduction:

 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                                                                           C                                               Bb 
Well, you have to make an effort with me, 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                                                                                       C                                         Bb 
Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer, 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
                       Bb                                                                                     C 
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
                 Bb                                                                                             F                                               Bb 
I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer?
             F                             C                                 F 
Well, 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                                                                             C                                   Bb 
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters 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
               Bb                                                   C 
Got an image to live up to, in the best motel on Imposter Street
                     Bb                                                                 F                                                     C 
While the Jones are waltzin off to dinner we glue old lotto tix together tryin to make us a winner
                   F                             C                         F 
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
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