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 that 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 that it helps him to forget 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 Tried 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 Oh my, my, my, my, my, my, my