Lyrics:

Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takesHe gives for what he's gotAnd what he's got he says he has notStolen from anyoneIt's not that he don't tell the truthOr even that he misspent his youthIt's just that he holds the proofBut you feel there's something's wrongWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiValentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last betAgainst the odds he smokes another cigaretteSays that it helps him to forgetThat he's a nervous wreckIt's not that he misses muchOr even that he's lost his lucky touchIt's just that he gambles so muchAnd you know that it's wrongWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiWaiting just to catch your eyeWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiTry to say i told you i told youWaiting for an alibiWaiting just to get youWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibiTo say i told youWaiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibi