Jerry Garcia - Cats Under The Stars lyrics

Cats on the blacktop, birdie in the treetop, Someone plays guitar that sounds like clarinet. I ain't ready to go to bed, I think I'll take a walk downtown instead. Cats on the bandstand, Give'em each a big hand, Anyone who sweats like that must be all right. No one wants to fight; no blackeye, Just another cat beneath the stars tonight. Cats in the limelight, feels like it's alright, Everybody wants something they might not get. I ain' ready yet, it ain't complete, That's why I am headin' down to Alleycat Street. Satin blouse unbu*toning, satin blouse unbu*toning, Time is a stripper's doin', it's just for you. Time is a stripper's doin', it's just for you.