Baron’s Claw

First time I 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 I 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