Intro: I'm waitin' for my man 26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waitin' 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 last thing on my mind I'm just lookin' for a very dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black In PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is, oh, baby, you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to Brownstone ville, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you up sweet taste And he's 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