richard thompson
valerie
Oh Valerie! You give me heart attack Oh Valerie! You put me on the rack Oh you say that I'm history, you say I'm no good Then you want to be two babes in the wood That's what I call playing to the gallery Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie Hey Valerie! She got a scar down here Valerie! She got gold in her ear A figure like this, lips like that Red fingernails, teeth like a cat She never gets home till five or four or three Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie Well I'm soft in the head, I give her hard cash She spends all my money on junk and trash Nylon fur, plastic shoes And fifty-seven things she's never going to use Never, never, never going to use Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie! Well Valerie! You're going to choke or drown Valerie! Why don't you put that down? If you don't get over this eating jag They're going to take you home in a body bag I can't stand to see one more calorie Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie Now every time I turn my back She's 'round the corner, looking for a crack It's going to be the ruin of me Well I'm running on nervous energy Running on nervous energy Oh Valerie! She want to move out of town Valerie! She want the money down She want leopard-skin this, tiger-skin that Matching luggage, lipstick, hat I can't afford her on my salary Still I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie Hmm I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie Valerie! Oh Valerie! Well! Whooo!