Sara spelled without an 'H' was getting bored On a peavea amp in 1984

While Zak without a 'C' tried out some new guitars

Playing Sara with no H's favorite song
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La da da  la da da  la da da
Zak and Sara

Often Sara would have spells where she lost time

She saw the future  she heard voices from inside

The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny

But because at home they got her slapped

La da da  la da da  la da da

La da da  la da da  la da da

Zak and Sara

Zak and Sara

Zak called his dad about layaway plans
Sara told the friendly salesman that
"You'll all die in your cars and why's it gotta be dark

And you're all working in a submarine"

She saw the lights  she saw the pale English face
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass

Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance

That make it possible for all white boys to dance

And when Zak finished Sara's song  Sara clapped
La da da  la da da  la da da

La da da la da da  la da da
Zak and Sara

Zak and Sara