Playing Sara with no h's favorite song
You'll all die in your cars, and why's it gotta be dark?
On a Peavey amp in 1984
Zak and Sara, Zak and Sara
La da da, la da da, la da da
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
La da da, la da da, la da da
Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
And you're all working in a submarine, asshole
La da da, la da da, la da da
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Songwriter: Ben Folds
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
Because at home they got her smacked
La da da, la da da, la da da
La da da, la da da, la da da
La da da, la da da, la da da
Zak called his dad about layaway plans
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Zak and Sara
She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
Sara spelled without an 'H' was getting bored
Zak and Sara, Zak and Sara
And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped
And Sara told the friendly salesman that
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