Lyric Datin With No Dough

(Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman)
Arranged by Bill Ungerman


I m fly and flash and my jive is sweet
Pressed in pleat right to my feet
But when it comes to cash
I m incomplete
Datin with no dough


I told my doll I d take her on a date
On the condition that she d have to wait
Cause I ve never owned a car in the state
I ll be datin with no dough


The valets and the maitre d
Roll out the red carpet for me
My looks are deceiving Lord
Cause when the check comes I ll be gone


Guess I m deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I d be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I ll be datin with no dough


I took my baby uptown
To show her that I had some class
The drink tab I could not pay
You know I ended the date with her foot up my
Yes I m a deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I d be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I ll be datin with no dough