I'm waiting for my man   Twenty-six 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, what you doin' uptown?   Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?    Oh pardon me sir, it's the 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   P.R. shoes and a big straw hat   He's never early, he's always late   First thing you learn is 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   Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste       I'm waiting for my man      Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl 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