Zak and Sara by Ben Folds
Sara spelled without and "h" was getting bored
on a Peavey amp in 1984
while Zak without a c tried out some new guitars
playing Sara with no h's favorite song
ba da da, da da da, da da da
la da da, da da da, da da da
Zak and Sara, a
ooohh ohh oohh la la la la
ooohh ohh oohh la la la la
often Sara would have spells if she lost time
she saw the future, she heard voice from inside
the kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
because back home they got her smacked
da da da, da da da, da da da
la da da, da da da, da da da
Zak and Sara,
Zak and Sara,
Zak called his dad, about layaway plans
and 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"
ooohh ohh oohh la la la la
ooohh ohh oohh la la la la
she saw the lights, she saw the pale english faces
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
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