STRAY CAT BLUES
Jagger, Richards

 

Yeah, cat's on (...)

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 (That's) 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 I.D.
And I can see that you're so far from home

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 scream like that
I bet your mama don't know you can spit like that

You look so (...) and so lost from home
But you don't really miss your mother
Don't look so scared, I'm not no mad brained bear

Oh yeah

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've 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

I bet your mama don't know you can bite like that
I bet she never saw you scratch my back

 


Recorded: April-May 1968 at Olympic Sound Studios, London

Drums: Charlie Watts
Bass: Bill Wyman
Electric guitars: Keith Richards
Vocal: Mick Jagger
Piano: Nicky Hopkins
Mellotron: Brian Jones
Congas: Rocky Dijon

   
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