David Bowie - Waiting For The Man lyrics

I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to lexington 1-2-5 So 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 furtherest 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 New York 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 Dirty brownstone, up three flights of stairs Nobody's tried to pinn you but nobody cares He's got the works gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, honey don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good, i know i'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, i'm feel oh so fine Until tomorrow but that's just another time I'm waiting for my man. To welcomeing home