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 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 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   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 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.