Stray Cat Blues - 50th Anniversary Edition

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 I.D
 And I can see that you're so far from home
 But, it's no hanging matter
 It's no capital crime
 Oh, yeah, you're a strange stray cat
 Oh, yeah, don'cha 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 can 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 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 scatch like that
 I bet she don't know you can bite like that
 You say you 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
 It's no hanging matter
 It's no capital crime
 Oh, yeah, you're a strange stray cat
 Oh, yeah, don'cha scratch like that
 Oh, yeah, you're a strange stray cat
 I bet you mama don't know you can bite like that
 I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back