Well you're the reason I'm ridin around on big-capped tires
And you're the reason I'm hangin our clothes outside on wires
And you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'
Oh but looks ain't everything
And money ain't everything
But I love you just the same
Well you're the reason I changed to beer from soda pop
And you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop
I guess that we won't ever have, everything we need
Cuz when we get ahead, it's got a double mouth to feed
And that's the reason my good looks, and my figure is gone
And that's the reason that I ain't got no hair to comb
Conway, why in the devil don't you go and shave,
or put on clean pair of pants?
But Loretta, look at yourself. I wish you'd take
them curlers outta your hair and go put on a little
make-up and get outta that housecoat before supper.
Well let me tell you somethin' Conway. Considering everything that
I went through today, I look like a movie star.
Yeah, Ruth Buzzley.
Thank you.
Besides that, all of our kids took after your part of the family anyways.
Oh they did, hunh? What about the ones that's bald?
Well I guess you could say they took after me.