Lyrics:

Terry Anne was a rice cake. Her head had nothing to do
Seventh son of the seventh son. Rivers of Fu Manchu
Daffodils and pineless quills. Toad and eye of newt
Terry Anne, she loved them all. But nothing has the power... of that claw

He contemplates his next move. In squishy silence he rides on...

Terry Anne was a sumo fan. She had the master plan
Oil wrestling a one-armed man. Doing a handstand
Clueless to the passenger. That rides inside of her
She ventures of to win that dance. Her powers are the result... of that claw

I pistol whipped her in the jaw. Aftershave in her hidden cave
I hide my hideous claw...

Dance, dance, dance, the two-dance dance. Swivel-swivel-swivel-swivel!

Competition, no inhibition. What's this crazy lady thinking?
She's wigglin', she's jigglin'. There's a gigolo a signalin'
Simple human beings will never understand the things I've seen
My claw creates entire races pack them and ship them places
Fools who try to use my claw will find the flaw
Resides in their own narrow sight - I'll kill 'em all