Zak and Sara

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 La da da la da da la da da la da da Zak and Sara 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 la da da la da da 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, asshole!" She saw the lights She saw a pale english face Some strange machines repeating beats And thumping bass Visions of pills to 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