The Rolling Stones — Jig-Saw Puzzle

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Me, I'm waiting so patiently Lying on the floor I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore [Verse 2] 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 Chorus [x2] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 4] 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! [Chorus]