One day he's at your backdoor
Scratching you lace veneer
He's hunting for a sweet bird
And now he's looking here
He'd like to sink his claws in
Rip the flesh from the bone now
Any place he crawls in
Is a place called home
CHORUS
(Don't feed)
(Feed the stray cat)
He knows the way back home
(Don't complain that)
(He knows the place that he can lay back)
He knows the way back home
(Don't look way back)
Women like pretty flowers
Bursting with necter sweet
He'll drift among the flowers
Just like a busy bee
He wants to sting you cleanly
Aww likes you honey
Wants you in his pocket
Just like his paper money
REPEAT CHORUS