Eater - Waiting for the Man lyrics

I'm waiting for my man 26 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 doing uptown Hey white boy, you chasing our women around Oh, pardon me, sir, it's 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 P.R. shoes and and 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's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split Because you've got no time to waste, ah I'm waiting for my man