*Note: this album (and obviously song) are by Ben Folds as a
solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn'tallow
you to change the artist, so i put it here.*

sara, spelled without an "h" was getting bored
on a peavy amp in 1984
while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars
playing sara with no "h's" favorite song

la da da da da da da da da da
la da da da da da da da 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
because at home they got her smacked

la da da da da da da da da da
la da da da da da da da da da
zak and sara
zak and sara

zak called his dad
about layaway plans
sara told the friendly saleman that
"you'll all die in your cars"
and "why's it gotta be dark?"
and "you're all working in a submarine
asshole"

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 da da da da da da da
la da da da da da da da da da
zak and sara
zak and sara