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 on 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