Waiting For The Man - David Bowie

I'm waiting for the man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington 1-2-5

So sick and dirty, more dead than alive

I'm waiting for the man

Hey white boy, what you doin' in town

Hey white boy, chasin' all the women around

Oh pardon me, sir, it's the last thing on my mind

I'm just looking for a good friend of mine

I'm waiting for the man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black

Real 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 the man

Big dirty building, up three flights of stairs

Nobody stops you 'cause nobody cares

He's got the works, gives you sweet taste

Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste

I'm waiting for the man

Baby, don't you holler, darlin', don't you bawl and shout

I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out

I'm feeling good, I'm 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 1-2-5

So sick and dirty, more dead than alive

I'm waiting for the man