David Bowie I'm Waiting for the Man lyrics

I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 'One Two Five'
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for the man

Hey white boy, what you doing uptown?
Hey white boy, chasin' all the women around
Oh pardon me, Sir, now it swims through our mind
Oh, I'm just lookin' for a good friend of mine
I'm waiting for the man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
Best thing you learn is that
You've always got to wait
I'm waiting for the man, damn

Quaint [Incomprehensible] building, up three flights of stairs
Nobody stops you, 'cause nobody cares
He's got the works and he gives you sweet taste
But then you've gotta split because

You've got no time to waste
I'm waiting for the man

Baby, don't you holler, darling, don't you call and shout
I'm feeling good and I'm gonna work it all out
I'm feeling good, feeling so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time
I'm waiting for the man


I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 'One Two Five'
So sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for the man


Waiting for the man
Waiting for the man
Waiting for the man