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