Waiting For The Man Live Santa Monica 72 by David Bowie Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
So sick and dirty, more dead than alive

[Chorus]
I'm waiting for the man

[Verse 2]
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' all the women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine

[Chorus]
I'm waiting for my man
La-ta-ta

[Verse 3]
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black (Oh!)
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
[Verse 4]
Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
And then you gotta split because you got no time to waste

[Chorus]
I'm waiting for my man
La-ta-ta, ti-ta-ti-ta
La-ta-ta, ti-ta-ti-ta

[Verse 5]
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

[Chorus]
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man

[Verse 1]
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
So sick and dirty, more dead than alive
[Chorus]
I'm waiting for my man (Whoa!)

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]

[Audience Applause]