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 waitinf for my man

Hey white boy,what you doin´ uptown
Hey white boyy, you chasin´ our women around
Oh pardon me sir, it´s 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
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 you 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.