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

Stolen from anyone



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

Or even that he misspent his youth

It's just that he holds the proof

But you feel there's 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 the odds he smokes another cigarette

Says that it helps him to forget

That he's a nervous wreck



It's not that he misses much

Or even that he's 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

To say I told you

Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi