Waiting for The Man — текст песни (Iggy Pop)

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Im waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand

Up to lexington 125

Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive

Im waiting for my man



Hey, white boy, whatyou doing uptown

Hey, white boy, you chasing our women around?

Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest of my mind

Lm just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine

Im waiting for my man



Here he comes, hes all dressed in black,

Beat up shoes and a big straw hat

Hes never early, hes always late

First thing you learn is thatyou always got to wait

Im waiting for my man



Up to brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody s pinnedyou but nobody cares

Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste

Oh, then you gotta split

Because hes got no time to waste, ah

Im waiting for my man



Baby dontyou holler

Darling don tyou bawl and shout

Im feeling good, Im gonna work it on out

Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, but thats just another time

Im waiting for my man