"The Alley Cat Song"
He goes on the prowl each night,
Like an alley cat.
Looking for some new delight,
Like an alley cat.
You know, she can't trust him out of sight,
And there's no doubt of that.
He just don't know wrong from right,
Like an alley cat.
He meets them..
And loves them..
And loves them...
Like the "Catsanova" does.
I mean that's no way to treat a pal,
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal,
With her alley cat?
He meets them..
And loves them..
And loves them..
Like the "Catsanova" does.
I mean that's no way to treat a pal,
She should tell him "Scat!"
Aren't you sorry for that gal,
With her alley cat?
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail.
Yeah, that's the sad, sad tale of a lonesome frail and her alley cat.
This is an old song not my words.
Text shorthand for ... oh my god.
Surely this song is on the band's play list.
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Surely this song is on the band's play list.
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Another classic song that they always play
Stray Cat Blues
Ah...
Yeah, I got some tail
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 fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
I can see that you're so far from home
But that'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, 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 so lost from home
But you don't really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm not 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 girlfriend, 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'tcha 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
(The Rolling Stones)
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