Waiting For The Man (San Francisco Hotel Recording) 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're doin' in town
Hey white boy, chasin' all the women around
Oh pardon me, sir, it springs to 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 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
Bеcause he's got no time to wastе
I'm waiting for the man