Tono: F
Introducción:
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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