The White Stripes Honey, We Can't Afford to Look This Cheap song lyrics

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