(Reed) 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
