Honey, We Can’t Afford to Look This Cheap (Live at The Ryman / 2018)

[Verse 1: Jack White]

Well, I wanna 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

[Verse 2: Margo Price & Jack White]

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

No, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer

You might have to cut and sell your long hair

I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal

(Yeah)

[Chorus: Margo Price & Jack White]

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

Well, 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

[Verse 3: Jack White with Margo Price]

We have to keep up appearances as long as we can

There's too much to lose, our social status

And our ice machine, and our ceiling fan

Well, if they find out we ain't real songwriters

We go Dutch on cigarette lighters

We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands

(Yeah)

[Chorus]

Honey, we can't afford to look this cheap

We got an image to live up to

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

[Outro: Margo Price]

Jack White

We can do a song from our first record here

This is a song that, uh

That my husband I wrote together

This is called "The World's Greatest Loser"