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československé alternativní scény

1968 - 1993

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Waiting for the man

Velvet Underground / Velvet Underground

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Typ nahrávky Nápověda Jméno Zvýraznění / Zobrazení
L 1. Plastic People of the Universe - Bez ohňů je underground (1992, 3.)

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I'm waiting for my man
twenty-six dollars in my hand
up to Lexington one two five
feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
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 the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin'
for a dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes
he's all dressed in black
PR 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 my 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 taste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby 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 fine
until tomorrow
but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Walking home go home
















































1. Bez ohňů je underground (1992, 3.)

I'm waiting for my man
twenty-six dollars in my hand
up to Lexington one two five
feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
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 the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin'
for a dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes
he's all dressed in black
PR 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 my 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 taste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby 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 fine
until tomorrow
but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Walking home go home