Lyrics Jig-Saw Puzzle - The Rolling Stones
There's
a
tramp
sittin'
on
my
doorstep
Tryin'
to
waste
his
time
With
his
methylated
sandwich
He's
a
walking
clothesline
And
here
comes
the
bishop's
daughter
On
the
other
side
She
looks
a
trifle
jealous
She's
been
an
outcast
all
her
life
Me,
I'm
waiting
so
patiently
Lying
on
the
floor
I'm
just
trying
to
do
my
jig-saw
puzzle
Before
it
rains
anymore
Oh
the
gangster
looks
so
fright'ning
With
his
luger
in
his
hand
But
when
he
gets
home
to
his
children
He's
a
family
man
But
when
it
comes
to
the
nitty-gritty
He
can
shove
in
his
knife
Yes
he
really
looks
quite
religious
He's
been
an
outlaw
all
his
life
Me,
I'm
waiting
so
patiently
Lying
on
the
floor
I'm
just
trying
to
do
this
jig-saw
puzzle
Before
it
rains
anymore
Me,
I'm
waiting
so
patiently
Lying
on
the
floor
I'm
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,
he's
so
shattered
Trying
to
keep
on
time
And
the
guitar
players
look
damaged
They've
been
outcasts
all
thier
lives
Me,
I'm
waiting
so
patiently
Lying
on
the
floor
I'm
just
trying
to
do
this
jig-saw
puzzle
Before
it
rains
anymore
Oh,
there's
twenty-thousand
grandmas
Wave
their
hankies
in
the
air
All
burning
up
their
pensions
And
shouting,
"It's
not
fair!"
There's
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,
I'm
just
waiting
so
patiently
With
my
woman
on
the
floor
We're
just
trying
to
do
this
jig-saw
puzzle
Before
it
rains
anymore
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