David Bowie - Waiting For The Man Lyrics
Im waiting for my manTwenty-six dollars in my handUp to lexington 1-2-5So sick and dirty more dead than aliveIm waiting for my manHey white boy, what you doin uptownHey white boy, you chasin our women aroundOh pardon me sir, it springs to my mindIm just looking for a good friendly behindeIm waiting for my manHere he comes, hes all dressed in blackReal shoes and a big straw hatHes never early, hes always lateFirst thing you learn is that you always gotta waitIm waiting for my manDirty brownstone, up three flights of stairsNobodys tried to pinn you but nobody caresHes got the works gives you sweet tasteThen you gotta split because hes got no time to wasteIm waiting for my manBaby dont you holler, honey dont you ball and shoutIm feeling good, I know Im gonna work it on outIm feeling good, Im feel oh so fineUntil tomorrow but thats just another timeIm waiting for my man.To welcomeing home