I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feeling 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 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
High-heeled shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early he's always late
First thing you learn is
That you've always got to wait
I'm waiting for my man
Two brownstones up three flights of stairs
Looks like nobody's pinned you
But nobody cares
He's got the works gives you sweet taste
Ah then you've got to split
Because you've got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler
Darling don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good
And I'm gonna work it all out
I'm feeling good I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
