Waiting For The Man
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Lyrics


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I'm waiting for my man
26 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 doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around
Oh, pardon me, sir, it's 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
P.R. shoes and and big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that 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
Then you gotta split
Because you've got no time to waste, ah
I'm waiting for my man

Baby, don't you holler
Darling don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling so good
I'm gonna work it all 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
I'm waiting for my man




I'm waiting for my man
man-man-man-man-man-man-man

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark's song Waiting for the Man are about a man who is waiting for his drug dealer. He has $26 in his hand and is headed to Lexington 125. He feels sick and dirty, more dead than alive. As he waits, a group of Black men confronts him, asking him what he's doing uptown and accusing him of chasing their women. The man brushes off their accusations, saying he's just looking for a friend. Finally, the drug dealer arrives, dressed in black with a big straw hat and P.R. shoes. He's always late, and the singer has learned that waiting is just part of the process. They go up to a Brownstone and up three flights of stairs. Everyone is pinned, but nobody cares. The drug dealer has what the singer needs, and he gives it to him. The singer has no time to waste and must split. The last lines of the song suggest that the singer is feeling good thanks to the drugs he just bought, but he knows that tomorrow is another day.


The song is a commentary on drug addiction and the cycle of dependence that comes with it. The singer is trapped in a cycle of waiting for his drug dealer, getting his fix, and then needing to get more. He knows that waiting is part of the process, but he's also aware that he's more dead than alive. The encounter with the Black men suggests that there are racial tensions at play, with the singer being seen as an outsider in the neighborhood. The song is a bleak portrayal of addiction and the despair that comes with it.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm waiting for my man
I'm anticipating the arrival of my drug dealer


26 dollars in my hand
I have $26 to buy my drugs


Up to Lexington 125
I'm heading to a specific location


Feel sick and dirty
I feel unwell and unclean


more dead than alive
I feel like I'm barely alive


Hey white boy, what you doing uptown
African-Americans are questioning my presence in their neighborhood


Hey white boy, you chasing our women around
African-Americans are accusing me of pursuing their women


Oh, pardon me, sir, it's furthest from my mind
I deny chasing after their women


I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm trying to locate my drug dealer


Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
My drug dealer is approaching, wearing all black


P.R. shoes and and big straw hat
My drug dealer is wearing Puerto Rican shoes and a large straw hat


He's never early, he's always late
My drug dealer is always tardy


First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
When dealing with a drug dealer, you'll always have to wait


Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
We're headed to a residential building and will have to climb several flights of stairs to get to the drug dealer's apartment


Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
We're being watched, but no one intervenes


He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
My drug dealer has a supply of drugs and offers me a sample


Then you gotta split
I have to leave quickly


Because you've got no time to waste, ah
I'm in a hurry and have to leave quickly


Baby, don't you holler
Don't make a big deal out of my drug use


Darling don't you bawl and shout
Please don't cry or make a scene


I'm feeling so good
I'm experiencing the effects of my drugs


I'm gonna work it all out
I believe my drug use will solve my problems


I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
I'm enjoying the high from my drugs


Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I know the high won't last forever, but I'll deal with that later


man-man-man-man-man-man-man
Repeated use of 'man' emphasizes the fact that I'm waiting for my drug dealer




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Written by: X FRASER

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