The Last Polka Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five

Well, she crept back in the house at half past three 

Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep 

"If you 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 lo li, the end is growing near 

And we're treading water now and holding back our tears 

And the day is rising 

We're sinking 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 

Such a shame to ruin this bright 

Lazy sunny day 

Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near 

And we're treading water now and holding back our tears 

And the day is rising 

We're sinking sha la la la la 

My, my, the cruelest lies 

Are often told without a word 

My, my, the kindest truths 

Are often spoken but 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" 

And 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 25 before you?" 

Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near 

We're treading water now and holding back our tears 

And the day is rising 

We're sinking sha la la la la