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 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

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

We're treading water now

And holding back our tears

And the day is rising

We're sinking sha la la lo li

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 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 25 before you?"