H A There's a tramp sitting on my doorstep F E Trying to waste his time H A With his mentholated sandwich F E He's a walking clothes line H A And here comes the bishop's daughter F E On the other side H A And she looks a trifle jealous F E She's been an outcast all her life F Me, I'm waiting so patiently A H Lying on the floor A I'm just tryin' to do my jigsaw puzzle H Before it rains anymore Oh the gangster looks so frightning 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 Аbout the girls outside And the drummer, he was 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 And as twenty thousand grandma's Waving thier 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 grandma's who With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!" Me, I'm waiting so patiently With my woman on the floor We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle Before it rains anymore | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA E F H |