Stray Cat Blues- The Rolling Stones 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, But it's no capital crime. I can see that you're fifteen years old, No I don't want your I.D, I can see that you're so far from home, But it's no hanging matter, It's no capital crime. Oh yea, you're a strange stray cat, Oh yeah, dont'cha scratch like that, Oh yea you're a strange stray cat, 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 don't miss your mother, You don't look so scared, I'm no mad-brained bear, But it's no hanging matter, It's no capital crime. Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat, Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that, Oh yeah, your 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-- Keith Richards, Mick Jagger