Rolling Stones

Theres a tramp sittin on my doorstep
Tryin to waste his time
With his methylated sandwich
Hes a walking clothesline
And here comes the bishops daughter
On the other side
She looks a trifle jealous
Shes been an outcast all her life
Me, Im waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
Im just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore
Oh the gangster looks so frightning
With his luger in his hand
When he gets home to his children
Hes a family man
But when it comes to the nitty-gritty
He can shove in his knife
Yes he really looks quite religious
Hes been an outlaw all his life
Me, Im waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
Im just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore
Me, Im waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
Im just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore
Oh the singer, he looks angry
At being thrown to the lions
And the bass player, he looks nervous
About the girls outside
And the drummer, hes so shattered
Trying to keep on time
And the guitar players look damaged
Theyve been outcasts all thier lives
Me, Im waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
Im just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore
Oh, theres twenty-thousand grandmas
Wave their hankies in the air
All burning up their pensions
And shouting, "Its not fair!"
Theres a regiment of soldiers
Standing looking on
And the queen is bravely shouting,
"What the hell is going on?"
With a blood-curdling "tally-ho"
She charged into the ranks
And blessed all those grandmas who
With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!"
Me, Im just waiting so patiently
With my woman on the floor
Were just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore
[ Jig-Saw Puzzle Lyrics ]