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