Stray Cat Blues

(álbum: Beggar's Banquet - 1968)

Ah... hey
Yeah, cat's own tail

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs

But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No, I don't want your I.D
And I can see that you're so far from home

But that's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet, bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that

You look so weird and you're so far from home
But you really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear

But but it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh, yeah
Woo!

I bet your mama don't know that you scratch like that
I bet she don't know you can bite like that

You say you got a friend, that she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs?
If she's so wild then she can join in too

It's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back