For a while I had only heard the live version of this song on get your yah yahs out. Great song ...but what really impressed me was when I finally started buying Stones albums (which wasn't until the 80s when I was DJing at Rubber Soul) was the original version on Beggars Banquet. Faster, it just rolls along and seems to thse ears a lot more menacing than on the Yah Yahs record.
At Rubber Soul we would have theme nights. The Doors being the biggest followed closely by the nights we played all Beatles or all Stones. Well every third song was the rule. The Stones nights were always great fun because Ronny the other DJ was so mad about them. Actually I guess Ronny introduced me to a lot of Stones stuff just by his enthusiasm. And once you get into the Stones there is just so much to explore.
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 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'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, 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.
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 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'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, 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.
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