I`m Waiting For The Man — текст песни (John Cale)

I`m waiting for my man
Twenty-six 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 doin` uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin` our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it`s the 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
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He`s never early, he`s always late
First thing you learn is 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
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I`m waiting for my man
Baby don`t you holler, darlin` don`t you bawl and shout
I`m feeling good, you know I`m gonna work it on out
I`m feeling good, I`m feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that`s just some other time
I`m waiting for my man