I'm Waiting for the Man

I'm waiting for my man 26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh, pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine and I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black New York shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always have wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you but nobody cares He's got the works, he's your sweet taste Then you got to split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't holler, darlin' don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good, you know, we're gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow but that's just another time I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man