The Rolling Stones — Jig-Saw Puzzle

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There’s a tramp sitting on my doorstep
Trying to waste his time
With his mentholated sandwich
He’s a walking clothesline
And here comes the bishop’s daughter
On the other side
She looks a trifle jealous
She has 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 frightening
With his luger in his hand
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 has 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 have been outcasts all their lives
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!