The Rolling Stones
Claudine
Now Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
She only does it at weekends, Claudine
Now only Spider knows for sure
But he ain't talkin' about it any more
Is he, Claudine?
There was blood in the chalet
And blood in the snow
She washed her hands of the whole damn show
Claudine
She shot him once right through the head
She shot him twice right through the chest
The judge ruled it was an accident, Claudine
Accidents will happen
And Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Yeah
Claudine, Claudine
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Poor Claudine
Poor Claudine
Poor, poor, poor Claudine
Now I threaten my wife no with a gun
But I always leave the safety on
I recommend it, Claudine
Yeah
She pistol whipped me once or twice
Never ever tried to take my life
What do you think about that, Claudine?
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
She always done it, at it again Claudine
Go, Claudine
Go, Claudine
Go, Claudine
Woo hoo
What about the children, Claudine?
No more children
You're the prettiest girl I ever seen
I want to see you on the movie screen
I hope you never try to make a sacrifice of me, Claudine
Nah ah
Don't get, don't get trigger happy with me, Claudine
Itchy fingers
Yeah, Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Yeah, Claudine's back in jail again
Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine
Woo hoo
Claudine