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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJig-saw Puzzle
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstepTryin' to waste his timeWith his methylated sandwichHe's a walking clotheslineAnd here comes the bishop's daughterOn the other sideShe looks a trifle jealousShe's been an outcast all her lifeMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreOh the gangster looks so fright'ningWith his luger in his handWhen he gets home to his childrenHe's a family manBut when it comes to the nitty-grittyHe can shove in his knifeYes he really looks quite religiousHe's been an outlaw all his lifeMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreOh the singer, he looks angryAt being thrown to the lionsAnd the bass player, he looks nervousAbout the girls outsideAnd the drummer, he's so shatteredTrying to keep on timeAnd the guitar players look damagedThey've been outcasts all thier livesMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreOh, there's twenty-thousand grandmasWave their hankies in the airAll burning up their pensionsAnd shouting, " It's not fair! "There's a regiment of soldiersStanding looking onAnd the queen is bravely shouting" What the hell is going on? "With a blood-curdling " tally-ho"She charged into the ranksAnd blessed all those grandmas whoWith their dying breaths screamed, " Thanks! "Me, I'm just waiting so patientlyWith my woman on the floorWe're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymore
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