Honey, We Can't Afford to Look This Cheap

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
 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 going to 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