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 anyoneIt'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 wrongWaiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibiValentino'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 wreckIt'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 wrongWaiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to catch your eye
Waiting for an alibiWaiting for an alibi
Try to say I told you I told youWaiting 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 alibiOh my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Songwriters
LYNOTT, PHILIP PARRISPublished by
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