Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - Waiting For The Man 歌词

歌词

I, I'm waitin' for the man

Twenty six dollars in my hand.

Up to Lexington, 125,

Too sick and dirty, more dead than alive.

I'm waitin for the man.

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black.

New York shoes and a big straw hat.

He's never early, he's always late,

First thing you learn is 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, gives you sweet taste,

Ah 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 feel oh so fine,

Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time.

I'm waitin for the man.