I'm waiting for my man
I got 26 dollars in my hand
'til the corner of Lexington and 125th
I feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what are you doing in this neighborhood?
Hey white boy, you're hitting on our women
Ah, excuse me, sir, I didn't mean to
I'm just looking for my dear friend
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, all dressed in black
Puerto Rican shoes and a big straw hat
He’s never on time, he’s always late
The first thing you learn is that you always have to wait
I'm waiting for my man

'Bout to the door of a brick building and up three flights of stairs
Everyone's watching you but nobody cares
He’s got all that you need, he gives you a taste
Then you gotta go 'cause you ain't got time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Honey, don't shout, darling, don’t cry and don't scream
I'm doing fine, you know I'll make it eventually
I feel good, I really feel good
'til tomorrow, but that's another time
I'm waiting for my man, take it home