Текстове на песни: Rolling Stones. Beggars Banquet. Jig-saw Puzzle.

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
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 jigsaw 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 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 their 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 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 jigsaw puzzle
Before it rains anymore