About The Song

In the realm of country music, Conway Twitty stands as a towering figure, a vocalist with a voice as smooth as velvet and as rich as the Mississippi Delta. His songs, imbued with heartfelt emotion and a touch of playful wit, resonated with audiences worldwide, earning him the title of “Honky Tonk Angel.” Among his extensive discography, one particular song stands out for its unique blend of humor and poignancy: “You’re the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly.”

Released in 1978, this track from Twitty’s album “Conway Twitty: The Collection” is a lighthearted ballad that pokes fun at the notion of physical attractiveness as the sole determinant of a child’s worth. The song’s narrator, a country boy smitten with a beautiful city girl, sings about their eventual marriage and the birth of their children, who, according to him, inherited their mother’s beauty. However, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he adds that their children’s inner beauty far surpasses their physical appearance, thanks to the love and nurturing they receive from their parents.

“You’re the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly” is a testament to Twitty’s ability to craft songs that are both entertaining and thought-provoking. The song’s lyrics, penned by renowned country songwriter Curly Putman, are a masterclass in storytelling, weaving together humor, sentimentality, and a touch of self-deprecating charm. Twitty’s delivery is impeccable, his voice effortlessly conveying the playful banter between the narrator and his wife, as well as the underlying love and pride he has for his family.

The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its universal appeal. It speaks to the hearts of parents everywhere, reminding them that true beauty lies not in physical appearance but in the love and values they instill in their children. “You’re the Reason Our Kids Are Ugly” is a country music gem, a song that will continue to bring smiles and warm hearts for generations to come.

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You’re the reason I’m a-ridin’ around on recapped tiresAnd you’re the reason I’m hangin’ our clothes outside on wires
And you’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’Ah, but looks ain’t everythin’, and money ain’t everythin’But I love you just the same
You’re the reason I’ve changed to beer from soda popAnd you’re the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop
You’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’Ah, but looks ain’t everythin’, and money ain’t everythin’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 that my good looks and my figure is goneAnd that’s the reason that I ain’t got no hair to comb
And you’re the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin’Ah, but looks ain’t everythin’, and money ain’t everythin’But I love you just the same
Conway, why in the devil don’t you go and shaveAnd put on a clean pair of pants?But Loretta, look at yourselfNow I wish you’d take them curlers out of your hairAnd go put on a little makeupAnd get out of that housecoat before supper
Ha, well let me tell you something, ConwayConsiderin’ everything that I went through todayI look like a movie starYeah, Ruth BuzzieThank yeeBesides that, all our kids took after your part of the family, anywayOh, they did, huh? What about the ones that’s bald?Well, I guess you might say they took after me