SATISFACTION

I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
’cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

When I’m drivin’ in my car
When a man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination.
I can’t get no, ah no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
’cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

When I’m watchin’ my tv
And a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be.
Well he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarettes as me.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no girl reaction.
’cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.

When I’m ridin’ round the world
And I’m doin’ this and I’m signing that
And I’m tryin’ to make some girl.
Who tells me Baby better come back, maybe next week
’cause you see I’m on losing streak.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.

I can’t get no, I can’t get no,
I can’t get no satisfaction,
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.

-The Rolling Stones



1. “Useless information supposed to fire my imagination” Terror alert codes, anyone?

2. “He can’t be a man cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me.” Totes Brill. Of course I smoke Dunhills, so you know, Natch.

3. “I’m doing this and I’m signing that” = Rock ‘N Roll 101. Singing and sweating and staying up on drugs for three days and drinking Jim Beam straight from the bottle. Fucking groupies who barely talk and have no names and fucking managers who talk too much and have no names. Doing that Walk like a Clydesdale horse on coke and steroids. Wearing a scarf all the time. Playing guitar and in the middle of the song your drugs hit, so you decide to just play some other song only you can hear in your head. All the clubs look like roped off banquettes. All the girls and boys look like they’ve never eaten. Outside looks like flashbulbs.

Well that’s what Betty tells me while we jump in front of the mirror and I pretend I have hair whipping my face. I believe her.

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