I'm Waiting for the Man

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my head
Up to Lexington 1-2-5
Feelin' sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey whaite boy, what you doin' uptown
Hey whaite boy, you chasin' our woman around
Oh pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear-dear friend of mind
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, ah, work it now

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
Ah, then you gotta spit because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darling don6t you ball and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feelin' oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man, walk it home