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