Song | Jig-Saw Puzzle |
Artist | The Rolling Stones |
Album | Beggars Banquet |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:M.Jagger/K.Richards Music:M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
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 | |
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 up 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 |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Oh the gangster looks so fright' ning | |
With his luger in his hand | |
When he gets home to his children | |
He' s a family man | |
But when it comes to the nittygritty | |
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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Me, I' m waiting so patiently | |
Lying on the floor | |
I' m just trying to do this jigsaw 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 up 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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Oh, there' s twentythousand 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 bloodcurdling ' tallyho' | |
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 |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Oh the gangster looks so fright' ning | |
With his luger in his hand | |
When he gets home to his children | |
He' s a family man | |
But when it comes to the nittygritty | |
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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Me, I' m waiting so patiently | |
Lying on the floor | |
I' m just trying to do this jigsaw 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 up 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 jigsaw puzzle | |
Before it rains anymore | |
Oh, there' s twentythousand 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 bloodcurdling ' tallyho' | |
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 |