The Day The Baron Died

First time I 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" Just installed the first phone At office of the Baron's home 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 its 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 As we grow old We all forget what we're told 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