It’s all about the drugs this week for Song Lyric Sunday. This could include alcohol and tobacco and even other legal substances, but as this was the first song that came to mind when I saw the prompt, I’m going with it.
This was originally released on ‘The Velvet Underground and Nico’ in 1967, the same year as The Beatles put out ‘Sergeant Pepper’. Two albums at the very least ten years ahead of their time.
I’m waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
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, dear friend of mine
I’m waiting for my man
Here he comes, he’s all dressed in black
Beat up 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 waste
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
Written by Lou Reed
the only deadhead in the hameau 
This week’s theme was screaming for something by Lou Reed. Thanks!
Great choice, Deadhead. Lou Reed paints a vivid picture of New York street life in this song, specifically the desperation of trying to score, which differs significantly from the psychedelic rock songs that were written in this era.
Great track from VU