The Day The Baron Died

First time l saw the Baron's claw

Heads poking round the terrace door

Made of silver and gold and bits of iron ore

Well, we all said "Cor"

They had just installed the first phone

In the office of the Baron's home

And silhouetted, by the fire we saw

The phone in the claw

And all the children cried with joy

And they'd run alongside

When his big old car sped by

Steered by the Baron's claw

Next time I saw the Baron's claw

Slashing it's way through the grocers door

He saved the family from the fire's roar

Staggered into the street

Skin peeled off on the street

The Baron stayed on his feet

Holding aloft his claw

Awaiting the villagers applause

The day the Baron died

Children ran alongside

The big black car went by

Carrying the Baron's claw

And as we grow old

Don't we forget what we're told

So we forget what we know

About the Baron's claw

And as we grow old

We all forget what we're told

We all forget what we know

About the Baron's claw

Remembering the Baron's claw

He had it made after the first great war

Gold and silver and bits of iron ore

The Baron's Claw