by Stephen Stills and Danny Kortchmar
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
I can’t see it anyway
Because I’ve always been such an easy prey
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Try’n and try’n again
No matter how hard I shake my tailfeather
in your face
All I can think of it’s such a disgrace
There’s so much good man goin’ to waste
Maybe it’s because of the clothes I wear maybe it’s the
Palmade on my hair
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Is it the way I talk maybe it’s the way I walk
Is it the way I think maybe it’s just the way I speak
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Having trouble seeing through your shades
What you been reading `bout me in the trades?
Trying to make myself perfectly clear
It’s not the inches, it’s the engineer
And when I’m running my strongest way
What is the feeling that you can’t fake
Maybe it’s the tattoo on my face
maybe it’s that I just know my place
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
Can’t get no booty can’t get no booty
©1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. and Kortchmar Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: Stephen Stills
Guitar: Danny Kortchmar, Stephen Stills
Piano: Stephen Stills
Vocals: Stephen Stills, Danny Kortchmar
Percussion: Joe Lala, Danny Kortchmar
