The Last Polka

Well she crept back in the house
At half past three
Shook her head to see him
Snoring in his sleep
If he really loved me
She said
I wouldn't have to be so mean
He's a heap of junk that
Pours from his top drawer
He sometimes likes to spread it
Out around the floor
It's evidence of what
He was like
He likes to remember when
Sha la sha la sha la
The end is growing near
Though we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
Wer're singing
Sha la la la la
In a minute it will all be coming down
And they know it now
But no one makes a sound
It's such a shame to
Ruin this bright lazy summer day
Sha la sha la sha la
The end is growing near
Though we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
Wer're singing
Sha la la la la
My my
The cruelest lies are often told
Without a word
My my
The kindest truths are often spoken
Never heard
She said
You've been pushing me
Like I was a sore tooth
You can't respect me
'Cause I've done so much
For you
He said well I hate that
It's come to this but baby
I was doing fine
How do you think that I
Survived the other twenty five
Before you
Sha la la sha la la sha la la
The end is growing near
Though we're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
Wer're singing
Sha la la la la
Ba ba ba baby
Yeah