No Money, No Honey(my version)

There's nothing in your pocket
Except a ball of lint
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
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