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! &quot. There's a regiment of soldiers. Standing looking on. And the queen is bravely shouting. " What the hell is going on? &quot. With a blood-curdling " tally-ho&quot. She charged into the ranks. And blessed all those grandmas who. With their dying breaths screamed " Thanks! &quot. 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