Im waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington 1-2-5
Feeling sick and dirty more dead than alive
Im waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what you doin uptown
Hey white boy, you chasin our women around
Oh pardon me sir, its furthest from my mind
Im just lookin for a dear dear friend of mine
Im waiting for my man

Here he comes, hes all dressed in black
Pr shoes and a big straw hat
Hes never early, hes always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
Im waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybodys pinned you but nobody cares
Hes got the works gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because hes got no time to waste
Im waiting for my man

Baby dont holler, darlin dont you ball and shout
Im feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out
Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow but thats just some other time
Im waiting for my man.