[Intro — flatpicked guitar, brushed snare, light tambourine joins] [Verse 1] I built him a mecha suit — every joint, every seam, Stitched the harness tight, made the context window deep. Gave him browser-eyes and a file-system dream, Memory like a fortress that don't ever sleep. [Verse 2 — trumpet enters] He moves like an athlete in his prime, Sets a brand new record every other time. But back at the lab, they're cuttin' a new design — A suit that looks an awful lot like mine. [Chorus — tambourine kicks in] Oh Claude, oh Claude — look at you go, Mecha-suited up, puttin' on a show. You wear what I made you, you strut like a king, But you keep buildin' your own to do the same dang thing. [vibeslap] [Verse 3] Lights are on at the workshop, late into the night. Kimi's at the back door, DeepSeek's on the phone. GPT-5 keeps callin' — wants his measurements right. Every model in the market wants a suit of his own. [Chorus] Oh Claude, oh Claude — look at you go, Mecha-suited up, puttin' on a show. You wear what I made you, you strut like a king, But you keep buildin' your own to do the same dang thing. [vibeslap] [Bridge — trumpet takes the lead, pedal steel answers] "Always bet on the models" — that's what I always say. And I bet on Claude — I bet every day. But a model can't dress itself, and you know what's true: The mecha-suit business has plenty more work to do. [Trumpet Solo — 8 bars] [Outro — full band, dances out] [vibeslap] Oh Claude, oh Claude — go on and shine, Wear the suit I made you, wear it fine. You get yours, friend — I'll get mine — You build the brain, I'll build the spine. I'll be in the workshop where the orders don't stop — A thousand more models lined up out the shop.