-You're the reason I'm a ridin' 'round on recapped tires.
-An' you're the reason I'm hangin' our clothes outside on wires.
An' you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darling;
Ah, but looks ain't everything;
And money ain't everything;
But, I love you just the same.
-You're the reason I changed to beer from soda pop.
-An' you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop.
You're the reason our kids are ugly, little darling;
Oh, but looks ain't everything;
And 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.
-And that's the reason my good looks and my figure's gone.
-And that's the reason I ain't got no hair to comb.
An' you're the reason our kids are ugly, little darling;
Ah, but looks ain't everything;
And money ain't everything;
But, I love you just the same.
-Conway, why in the devil don't you go an'
And shave an' put on a clean pair of pants?
-Loretta, look at yourself:
I wish you'd take them curlers out of your hair,
An' go put on a little make up,
An' get out of the housecoat before supper.
-Ha, well let me tell you somethin', Conway
Considerin' everything I went through today
I look like a movie star,
-Yeah, Ruth Cassidy.
-Thank you.
-Besides that, all of our kids took after your part of our family anyway.
-Oh they did, huh? What about the one's that's bald?
-Well, I guess you might say they took after me.