Stray Cat Blues - 50th Anniversary Edition

(Yeah, I got some 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 15 years old

No I don't want your ID

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 do spit like that

You look so weird and you're so far from home

But you don't really miss your mother

Don't look so scared, I'm not no mad-brained bear

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, and 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 your mama don't know you can bite like that

I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back