The Wreck Of The Beautiful - The Divine Comedy, Neil Hannon

When the beautiful set sail back in 1970

She was state of the art, the flagship of our navy

But the salt sea took its toll and the rust began to show

And with a heavy heart we took her to the breaker’s yard

I thought I heard her call, maybe I heard nothing at all

I thought I heard her call from the wreck of the beautiful

But like the fattened cow can smell the butcher’s knife

She knew where she was bound, a sad end to a proud life

That’s when I heard her cry and the waves rose five miles high

And the men who did not drown watched as the beautiful went down

I thought I heard her call, maybe I heard nothing at all

I thought I heard her call from the wreck of the beautiful