Текст песни The Rolling Stones - Jig
The Rolling Stones - Jig слова песни
Текст песни The Rolling Stones - Jig-Saw Puzzle
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstepTryin to waste his timewith his mentholated sandwichHe's a walking clothes lineAnd here comes the bishops daughterOn the other sideShe looks a triffle jeolous( )She's been an outcast all her lifeMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreOh the gangster looks so frightningwith his luger in his handwhen he gets home to his childrenhe's a family manbut when it comes to the nitty-grittyhe can shove in his knifeYes he really looks quite religiousHe's been an outlaw all his lifeMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreOh the singer, he looks angryAt being thrown to the lionsAnd the bass player, he looks nervousAbout the girls outsideAnd the drummer, he was shatteredTrying to keep up timeAnd the guitar players look damagedThey've been outcasts all thier livesMe, I'm waiting so patientlyLying on the floorI'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzleBefore it rains anymoreAnd as twenty thousand grandma'sWaving thier hankies in the airAll burning up their pensions