I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington 1-2-5

Feeling sick and dirty more dead than alive

I'm waitinf for my man



Hey white boy,what you doin' uptown

Hey white boyy, you chasin' our women around

Oh pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind

I'm just looking 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



Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody's pinned you but nobody cares

He's got the works gives you sweet taste

Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man



Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you ball 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.