Slaughter & The Dogs I'm Waiting For The Man
Im waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive Im waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin our women around? Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest from my mind Im just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine Im waiting for my man
Here he comes, hes all dressed in black Pr shoes and a big straw hat Hes never early, hes always late First thing you learn is you always gotta wait Im waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybodys pinned you, but nobody cares Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste Im waiting for my man
Baby dont you holler, darlin dont you bawl and shout Im feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but thats just some other time Im waiting for my man
