[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"