Lyrics:

(Eddie NicholsBill 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