The Last Polka - 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