I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars
in my hand
Up to Lexington
one two five
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
that you always
gotta wait
I'm waiting
for my man
Up to 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