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 I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Oh, work it now Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody bodies pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah, then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby, don't you holler, darlin', don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling, oh, so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man Walk it home Oh, it's alright