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