Waiting for my Man (Live in Stockholm 1982)

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

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 looking 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 that

You always gotta wait i'm waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone

Up three flights of stairs

Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares

He's got the works, gives you sweet taste

Aw, then you gotta split because you

Got no time to waste i'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler

Darling 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 so fine

Until tomorrow

But that's just some other time

I'm waiting for my man

Walk me home, ah, that's all right