| Rompecabezas Hay un vagabundo tirado en el umbral de mi puerta
desperdiciando su tiempo
con su emparedado mentolado
El es un tendedero ambulante
Y aquí llega la hija del obispo
que por otra parte
parece una pizca celosa
Estuvo marginada todo su vida Yo, Esperando tan pacientemente
tirado en el suelo
Tratando de armar mi rompecabezas
Antes de que no llueva mas Oh el bandido parece tan asustado
con su arma en la mano
Cuando lleva a casa a su hijo
el es un hombre de familia
Pero a la hora de ir al grano
el puede meter su cuchillo
si parece bastante religioso
estuvo marginado toda su vida Yo, Esperando tan pacientemente
tirado en el suelo
Tratando de armar este rompecabezas
Antes de que no llueva mas Yo, Esperando tan pacientemente
tirado en el suelo
Tratando de armar este rompecabezas
Antes de que no llueva mas Oh el cantante, el parece enojado
en ser arrojado a los leones
Y el bajista parece nervioso
por las chicas de afuera
y el baterista, estaba destrozado
tratando de mantener el ritmo
Y los guitarristas se veían dañados
han sido marginados toda su vida Yo, Esperando tan pacientemente
tirado en el suelo
Tratando de armar este rompecabezas
Antes de que no llueva mas Y como veinte mil abuelas
Agitando sus pañuelos en el aire
Que gastaron toda su pensión
y gritando "esto no es justo"
hay un regimiento de soldados
Mirando atentamente
Y la reina esta gritando valientemente
"que demonios esta pasando aquí" Con un espeluznante grito de caza
Ella cargo en las filas
Y bendijo a todas aquellas abuelas
que con sus últimos suspiros gritaron, "Gracias" Yo, Esperando tan pacientemente
en el suelo con mi mujer
Tratando de armar mi rompecabezas
Antes de que no llueva mas | Jigsaw Puzzle There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin to waste his time
with his mentholated sandwich
He's a walking clothes line
And here comes the bishops daughter
On the other side
She looks a triffle jeolous
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 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
About 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 |
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