One, two, three

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 Perignon 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 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