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