(Richard Thompson)



Valerie you put me on the rack

Valerie you'll give me a heart attack

You say that I'm history

You say I'm no good

Then you want to be like two babes in the wood

That's what I wouldn't call playing to the gallery

I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for Valerie

Valerie why don't you put that down

Valerie you're gonna choke and drown

If you don't give up off this junk food jag

They're gonna take you home in a body bag

I can't stand to see one more calorie

I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie

Well I'm soft in the head and I give her hard cash

She spends all my money on junk and trash

Nylon fur and plastic shoes

and fifty-seven things she's never gonna use

Never, never gonna use...valerie

She's got a figure like this, lips like that

Red fingernails, teeth like a cat

I know she's going to be the ruin of me

She's got me running on nervous energy

Runnin' on nervous energy

Valerie she wants to move out of town

Valerie she wants the money down

Valerie she wants leopard skin this and tiger skin that

Matching luggage and a matching hat

I can't afford her on my salary

I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for Valerie

I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for Valerie