Valentino 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 that he
holds the proof
But you know
something's wrong
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
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 he
gambles so much
And you know
that it's wrong
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to
catch your eye
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
To say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Oh my my my my my
my my my my my