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
   Beat up 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