Track Title:               The Last Polka
Album Title:               Ben Folds Five
Prime Artist:              Ben Folds Five

Producer:                  Caleb Southern

Written by:                Ben Folds
Written by:                Anna Goodman

The Last Polka

                 Well, she crept back 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
                 v 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?"

                 By Ben Folds and Anna Goodman