Am F
There's nothing in your pocket
C F
Except a ball of lint
A copper zippo lighter
Which hasn't any flint
You have no dinner jacket
Or fine automobile
And it's 'Hey man, what's the deal?'
C F
It's really very simple
C F
It's all arithmatic
A twenty gets you plenty
It's the cash that turns the trick
C Am F C
When you've got no money
C Am F C
You get no honey
And no money
It gets no honey
There's nothing in your wallet
Except a photograph
Of Farrah Fawcett Majors
And her phony autograph
You haven't got a stereo
Or killer bachelor pad
In fact the girl you made in college
Was the first and last you had
'Cause you got no money
So, you get no honey
And no money
Gets no honey
No money
You get no honey
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