Alpine frolic in the snow.
White on white, too much blow.
Spyder told her she had to go.
She pulled a gun, he said, 'oh no!"

Is she back on the slopes again?
Is she chippin' on dope again?
Is she learnin' to cope again?
Maybe she is the pope.

Just wanted to talk, just had to tell 'em.
She didn't really want to have to kill 'em.
Red red blood, she had to spill some.
While still married to Andy Williams.

We all know the old adage.
Claudine just wanted a love that was average.
Dead the handsome Spyder Savage.
His head looked like exploded cabbage.

No more William's Family Christmas joys.
No Bowie duets, no Drummer Boys.
Claudine's in jail, she's lost her toys.
Does she still have that beautiful voice?