| 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 |