I'm waiting for the man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, one, two, five So sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for the man Hey, white boy, what you doing uptown? Hey, white boy, you're chasing all the women around Mmm, oh, pardon me, Sir, now it springs to my mind Ooo, I'm just looking for a good friend of mine I'm waiting for the man Mmm, yeah Ooo, yeah Yeah, here he comes, he's all dressed in black P.R. shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you've always gotta wait I'm waiting for the man Do me Great dirty building up three flights of stairs Nobody stops you 'cause, 'cause nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste But then you've gotta split because you've got no time to waste I'm waiting for the man Baby, don't you holler, darling, don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good and I, I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just another time I'm waiting for the man I'm waiting for the man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, one, two, five So sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for the man Waiting for the man Waiting for the man Waiting for the man Waiting for the man