I'm Waiting For My Man

I'm Waiting For My Man I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 1-2-5 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 PR 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 a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you but nobody cares He's got the works gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't holler, darlin' don't you ball 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.