I'm waiting for my man

 

Twenty six 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

 

Beat up shoes and a big straw hat

 

He's never early he's always late

 

First thing you learn

Is you always gotta wait

 

I'm waiting for my man with it

 

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

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 so fine

Until tomorrow

But that's just some other time

 

I'm waiting for my man walking home