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