Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
  On a Peavea amp in 1984
  While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
  Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song
    (La da da da, la da da, la da da)
  (La da da da, la da da, la 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, la da da, la da da)
  (La da da da, la da da, la 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"
    (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, la da da, la da da)
  (La da da da, la da da, la da da)
    Zak and Sara
  Zak and Sara