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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

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