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 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, but he lost all his money on that last bet
Against all the odds he smokes another cigarette
Says it helps him to forget
He's a nervous wreck

It's not that he misses much
Or even that he lost his lucky touch
It's just 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
Just to say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi

Oh my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT