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-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

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

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?"

[Chorus]