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" 
 [bad word]  
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