The Wreck of She, could be a ship, br that has been cast upon the shore, br but alas she is not, she's part of the street br a fancy English whore br The Wreck of She, has moved around br from war time trenches. br to Hyde Park benches, br down quite back alleys, br and seaside chalets. br Yet she was always there br when Tom came to call br then off they would go, br and have a ball. br The Wreck of She, was just like a night owl. br Out at dusk, and home at dawn, br with grass on her back, br from the golf course lawn. br The Wreck of She, was past her sell by date, br when she was found br crawling in the gate, br she was dazed and battered br but to her it never mattered, br she had been there before br and she knew the score. br The Wreck of She was just an old cat.