Note: this album (and obviously song) are by Ben Folds as a

solo artist, not Ben Folds Five. The correction form doesn't allow

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