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Tab by Ray Garza
Honey, We Can't Afford To Look This Cheap
Intro:
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E--1-3---------3-1-1----------| x2
little lick before verse:
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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
Well you have to make an effort with me
C Bb
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
Well I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer
C Bb
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
C
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
Bb
I can't help but wonder, this time next year,
F C
will we be drinking Dom Pérignon or reheated beer, well
F C F
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
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters
C Bb
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
Got an image to live up to here
C
In the best motel on Imposter Street
Bb
While the Joneses are waltzing off to dinner
F
We're gluing old lottery tickets together
C
Trying to make us a winner
F C F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap