Waiting for the Man Songtext
von Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

I am waiting for the man
26 dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I′m waiting for the man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
New York shoes and a big straws 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


Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody′s pinned you, but nobody cares
He′s got the works, to gives you sweet taste
Aw, then you gotta split because you 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 some other time
I′m waiting for the man

I'm waiting for the man
I′m waiting for the man
I'm waiting for the man
I′m waiting for the man