The Rolling Stones — Stray Cat Blues Live At The Roundhouse / 1971

[Verse 1] I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you ain't no scared-eyed honeys There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs [Refrain] But it's no hanging-man matter, no It's no capital crime [Verse 2] I can see that you're thirteen years old And I don't want your I.D You look so goddamn lonesome so far from home, yeah [Refrain] It's no hanging-man matter No, what's goin' on It's no capital crime, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, you're a strange stray cat Yeah, don't you scratch like that Yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet your mama don't know that you bite like that I bet she never saw you scratch my back [Verse 3] You look so lonesome, so far from home Bet you already miss your mother Don't look so scared, I'm not no mad-brained bear [Refrain] It's no hanging matter, no Ain't no capital crime Alright [Guitar solo] [Verse 4] You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you Why don't you bring her upstairs? If she's so wild, she can join in too, I tell ya [Refrain] Ain't no hanging matter, no Ain't no capital crime [Chorus] Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat Oh yeah, don't you scratch like that Oh yeah, yeah, you're a strange stray cat I bet your mother don't know- No no no no no I'll bet your mama never saw you scratch my back I bet she never saw you can bite like that, ah yeah Whoo!