Waiting for the man (Lou Reed)

D G D G D G D G I'm waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand D F# G E Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty more dead than alive D G D G I'm waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown Hey white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me, sir, it's furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black P.R. shoes, and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing that you learn is that you've always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, he gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby dont you holler, darlin' don't you scream and shout I'm feeling so good, I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feelin' oh so fine Until tomorrow but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man