[ Предположительная тональность: F ] Standard Tuning EADGBe Riff 1 Riff 2 Riff 3 E--------------------|----------------------|----------| B--------------------|----------------------|----------| G--------------------|----------------------|----------| D------3-3-3-2-0-----|----------------------|----------| A--1-3-----------3-3-|------1-1-1-0---------|-1p0------| E--------------------|--1-3----------3-1-1--|-----3-1--| Intro: Riff 1, Riff 2, Riff 1, Riff 2, Riff 3 Verse 1: 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 C Bb Well, you have to make an effort with me, can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me? F C F (Riff 3, Riff 1, Riff 2, Riff 3) There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide Verse 2: 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 C Bb Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer, well we might have to cut and sell your long hair F C F (Riff 3) I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal Chorus 1: Bb Yeah, well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap Bb C We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat Bb F Bb I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer? F C F (Riff 3, Riff 1, Riff 2, Riff 3) Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap. Verse 3: 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 C Bb And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters that we go Dutch on cigarette lighters F C F We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands Chorus 2: Bb Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap Bb C Got an image to live up to, in the best motel on Imposter Street Bb F C While the Jones are waltzin off to dinner we glue old lotto tix together tryin to make us a winner F C F (Riff 3, Riff 1, Riff 2, Riff 3) Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap (end)