i’m waiting for my man 26 dollars in my hand up to lexington 125 feel sick and dirty more dead than alive i’m waiting for my man hey white boy whatchu doin uptown? hey white boy you chasin all our women around oh pardon me sir it’s the furthest from my mind i’m just looking for a dear dear friend of mine i’m waiting for my man here he comes he’s all dressed in black or 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 oh workin out up to a brownstone 3 flights of stairs everybody pinned you but nobody cares he got the works gives you sweet taste oh then you gotta split cause you got no time to waste i’m waiting for my man baby don’t you holler darling don’t you ball or 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 walk me home