Valentino's got a booky 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,
placed 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 that 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