the Rolling Stones

Jigsaw Puzzle

There's a tramp sitting on my doorstep trying to waste his time
With his mentholated sandwich, he's a walking clothes line
And here comes the bishop's daughter on the other side
And 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 (this) jigsaw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh the gangster looks so frightening 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

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 up time
And the guitar players look damaged, they've been outcasts all their lives

Oh there's 20 000 grandmas wave their hankies in the air
And 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 jigsaw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh yeah... all right