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.