No Money, No Honey lyrics

There's nothing in your pocket Except a ball of lint A copper Zippo lighter Which hasn't any flint You have no dinner jacket Or fine automobile You only have one question And it's "Hey man, what's the deal?" Well it's really very simple It's all arithmetic But twenty gets you plenty It's the cash that turns the trick And when you've got no money You get no honey And no money Gets no honey There's nothing in your wallet Except a photograph A Fara Fauset made yours And her phony autograph You haven't got stereo No killer bachelor pad In fact the girl you laid in college Was the first and last you had 'Cause you've got no money So you get no honey And no money Gets no honey