Текст песни John Cale - I`m Waiting For The Man
John Cale - I`m Waiting For The Man слова песни
I`m waiting for my manTwenty-six dollars in my handUp to Lexington, 125Feel sick and dirty, more dead than aliveI`m waiting for my manHey, 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 manHere he comes, he`s all dressed in blackBeat up shoes and a big straw hatHe`s never early, he`s always lateFirst thing you learn is you always gotta waitI`m waiting for my manUp to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody`s pinned you, but nobody cares He`s got the works, gives you sweet tasteAh then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I`m waiting for my manBaby 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 fineUntil tomorrow, but that`s just some other timeI`m waiting for my man