Oh little savage
You knew me for a while
I was distracted by your smile
You might have thought
You held me in a trance
But I spy the devil when you dance
Now face it kid
You met your match
Without your claws you cannot scratch

Oh you can tease me
Or make my body numb
Try to please me
I’ll just play dumb
Don’t go tearin up or blowin a fuse
I hate to be the one
To break the bad news
It’s time to kill the
Hell Cat Blues
Little savage
Little savage

We crawl around
The dark city streets
Down where the dynamos meet
And I’m always amused
To pick up your name
You bought some new moves into the game

You took your chances
When you loaded the gun
You can’t blame a sinner
For having some fun
You must have realized
I’ve left enough clues
Looks like your numbers up
And target you loose
It’s time to cure the
Hell Cat Blues

(J. Camilleri / N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing / Warner Chappell)