Someone had asked for the lyrics to "Stray Cat Blues" by the Rolling Stones.
This is as near as I can figure out:
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs,I know your loping stride, babe.I"ll be a beast if you just come up stairs, butIt"s no hanging matterIt"s no capital crime.
And I can see that you"re just fifteen years oldBut I don"t want your IDDon"t look so scared, I"m not not hair-brained bear
And it"s no hangin matterIt"s no capital crime
CHORUSOh yeah, you"re a strange stray cat, oh yeah,Won"t you scratch my back, oh yeah,You"re a strange stray cat, I bet,I bet your mama don"t know that you bite like thatI bet your mama don"t know that you spit like that
You"ve got a friend, you say she"s wilder than youWhy don"t you bring her upstairs?If she"s so wild then she can join in, too--It"s no hangin" matter,It ain"t no capital crime
You"re alone so far from home,But you don"t really miss your motherI"ve been so many times all all alone
But it ain"t no hangin" matterIt ain"t no capital crime