I'm Waiting for the Man
I'm waiting for my manTwenty-six dollars in my handUp to Lexington 125Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than aliveI'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 mindI'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mineI'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in blackHigh-heeled shoes and a big straw hatHe's never early, he's always lateFirst thing you learn is that you've always got to waitI'm waiting for my man
Two brownstones, up three flights of stairsLooks like nobody's pinned you, but nobody caresHe's got the works, gives you sweet tasteAh, then you've got to split because you've got no time to wasteI'm waiting for my man
Baby, don't you holler, darling don't you bawl and shoutI'm feeling good, and I'm gonna work it all outI'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fineUntil tomorrow, that's just some other timeI'm waiting for my man