The Perfect Alibi
My suit is pressed,
my shoes are clean The neatest alibi you've ever seen
At nine o'clock I poured the tea With three respectable gents for
company
But on the rug,
a tiny shred Of velvet from a jacket dyed in red
Oh, the velvet alibi is wearing thin
A thread is loose,
the cold is coming in
(ooh, coming in)
The inspector smiles, he sips his gin
He knows exactly how the threads begin
I kept the ticket,
watched the clock
But dropped my matches on the wooden dock
A polite mistake, a subtle slip
And now they're waiting for the morning ship
One little thread, a single tear
Can ruin the perfect plan of the year
Oh,
the velvet alibi is wearing thin
A thread is loose,
the cold is coming in
(ahhhh, coming in)