Lyrics Cracker – You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly

You’re the reason I’m riding around on recapped tires.
You’re the reason I’m hanging our clothes outside on wires.
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’.
But looks ain’t everything,

You’re the reason I changed to beer from soda pop
You’re the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’.
But looks ain’t everything,
Money ain’t everything.
But I love you just the same.

I guess that we won’t ever have, everything we need.
‘Cause when we get ahead, it’s got another mouth to feed.

That’s the reason my good looks and my figure’s gone.
That’s the reason I wear my hair short and long.
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’.
But looks ain’t everything,
Money ain’t everything.
But I love you just the same.

I’ll ask you one more time how many dollars did you spend at the ten dollar haircut store — three or four?
I spent five because I only needed it cut on the front
That’s what it looks like — a dead possum hanging down on the back of your neck
It’s an ironic mullet, though, you have to understand…it’s an ironic mullet
Is ‘ironic’ one of them fancy words that you learned down there at college;
you know where I come from that don’t mean nothing.
Well, you wouldn’t have to look at it if I had my hat
I ain’t got your hat
Last time I saw my hat you were dancing on a bar in Miss…, Miss…, where was that?
Missouri