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 the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising we'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 sunny day Sha la la sha la la the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising we'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 free 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 li la the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising wer're singing sha la la la la