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 doing uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasing our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just waiting for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
New York shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always have to wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody, body's pinned you but nobody cares
He's got the works, he's your 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, darling, don't you ball and shout
I'm feeling good, you know, we're gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man