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, whatcha doin' uptown?"
"Hey white boy, chasin' the women around?"
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 you always got to 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
You gotta split, got no time to waste
I'm waitin' for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you ball and shout
I'm feelin' good, you know I'll work it on out
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' fine
Until tomorrow, that's just another time
I'm waitin' for my man
I'm waitin' for my man
I'm waitin' for my man