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