Valentino's got a bookie shop and what he takes

He gives for what he's got

And what he's got he says he has not

Stole from anyone



It's not that he don't tell the truth

Or even that he misspent his youth

It's just he holds the proof

But you know something's wrong



Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi



Valentino's in a cold sweat, but he lost all his money on that last bet

Against all the odds he smokes another cigarette

Says it helps him to forget

He's a nervous wreck



It's not that he misses much

Or even that he lost his lucky touch

It's just he gambles so much

And you know that it's wrong



Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting just to catch your eye

Waiting for an alibi



Waiting for an alibi

Try to say I told you I told you



Waiting for an alibi

Waiting just to get you

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi

Just to say I told you

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi



Oh my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my