Valerie-Richard Thompson

　　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