Intro:
I m waitin for my man
26 dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I m waitin 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 last thing on my mind
I m just lookin for a very dear friend of mine
I m waiting for my man
Here he comes, he s all dressed in black
In PR shoes and a big straw hat
He s never early, he s always late
First thing you learn is, oh, baby, you always gotta wait
I m waiting for my man
Up to Brownstone ville, up three flights of stairs
Everybody s pinned you, but nobody cares
He s got the works, gives you up sweet taste
And he s 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 oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that s just some other time
I m waiting for my man
