Back to the Alley - Best of the Stray Cats

OoooOoooOooo-ah! Well I rocked over Italy and I rocked over Spain Rocked in Memphis, it was all the same. 'Till I rocked to Africa and rolled off the ship, Seen them natives do an odd looking skip. Parted the weeds and looked over the swamp, And I se

I, I got a low down dirty feeling That I've been cheated on, and lied to If it's so then it's wrong, we've hung on for so long Why don't we have that magic anymore I got a strange sneaking suspicion That it's been going on for some time now Something

Here I come in my fifty seven, She's a real low rider paint perfection With a custom engine painted black with flames Ain't nobody gonna call that hot rod tame Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh V eight engine with the fuel injection Two eight three, that's my ounce of

Gonna ball, like I never did ball before Yeah Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more I got money in my pocket I ain't begging for friends Cadillac eldorado And it's gone to my head Short time to liv

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence I ain't got enough dough to pay the rent I'm flat broke but I don't care I strut right by with my tail in the air Stray cat stru

Well I've been hanging around this town too long And it seems like every woman done me wrong She's in love, but I'm in lust Well the suitcases gatherin' dust Baby, baby, baby, I'll see you some day And if this is any kind of indication Well love is n