waiting for my friend

I'm waiting for my friend
he's running just a little bit late
he sells me stuff
that I appreciate
oh why oh why
do I have to wait

he's five foot three
and his hair is gray and shaggy
he presses his jeans
though the seams are rough and raggy 
I sure do like
those little plastic baggies

          I take it on home
          and walk into the john
          sit on the commode
          so I can tie one on
          don't need no reason
          don't need no rhyme
          I can be who I want to be

I'm itching for my medicine
I gotta take it now
I need it in my bloodstream
some way
somewhere
somehow
I need all the gravy
my wallet will allow

I'm waiting for my friend
he's running just a little bit late
I bet he's speeding
down the interstate
oh why oh why
do I have to wait
why oh why
do I have to wait