The Last Polka Lyrics - Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds

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 

[Chorus] 

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 

[Chorus] 

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]