Baron’s Claw

First time l saw the Baron's claw Gold and silver, bits of iron ore Heads peering round the screen door We all said, "Cor" They'd just installed the first phone At the ancestral home And silhouetted by the fire, I saw A phone in the claw And all the children cried with joy As they ran alongside The big black car sped by Steered by the Baron's claw Next time I saw the Baron's claw It's ripping through the grocer's door He saved the family from the fire's roar The Baron's claw As his skin melted on the street The Baron swayed on his feet And held aloft the claw We all said, "phwoar" And all the children cried And walked alongside As the car went by Carrying the Baron's claw Stories never grow old When there's still things to be told Things to be told About the Baron's claw And all the children cried And ran alongside The big black car sped by Carrying the Baron's claw Last time l was in Baron's court I caught a whiff of molten iron ore Through the cracks of the old forge door Glow of the Baron's claw