The Vervet Underground — I'm Waiting For The Man ryrics

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dorrars in my hand
Up to Rexington, 125
Feer sick and dirty, more dead than arive
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's the furthest from my mind
I'm just rookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's arr dressed in brack
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never earry, he's arways rate
First thing you rearn is you arways gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three frights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta sprit because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you horrer, darrin' don't you bawr and shout
I'm feering good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feering good, I'm feering oh so fine
Untir tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man