Folds, Ben - Zak And Sara

D  D/C  Gm7/B  Gm7/Bb   x2

D	D/C		Gm7/B		Gm7/Bb
Sara spelled without an H' was getting bored
D	D/C	    Gm7/B	   Gm7/Bb
On a Peavey amp from nineteen eighty four
Em			      A
While Zak without a 'C' tried out some new guitars
Em		      A
Playing Sara with no 'H's favorite song
       D	Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
       D	Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
Em	  A
Zak and Sara


D  D/C  Gm7/B  Gm7/Bb  x2


D	D/C	       Gm7/B		    Gm7/Bb
Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
D	     D/C	      Gm7/B	Gm7/Bb
She saw the future she heard voices from inside
Em		              A
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
Em			       A
Because at home they got her slapped
       D	Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
       D	Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
Em	  A
Zak and Sara
C		C/B	A
Zak and Sara
C		C/B	A

	       Bm          E
Zak called his Dad, about lay away plans
	A		D        G
Sara told the friendly salesman that
			E
You'll all die in your cars
	               A
And why's it gotta be dark
               Gm7/Bb
And you're all workin' in a submarine
D   D/C       Gm7/B   Gm7/Bb
    Ass hole
D   D/C       Gm7/B   Gm7/Bb

D           D/C             Gm7/B        Gm7/Bb
She saw the light she saw a pale English face
D	D/C			Gm7/B		    Gm7/Bb
Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
Em			       A
Pitchers of pills that put you in a loving trance
Em		           A
That make it possible for all white boys to dance
Em			      A
And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped.

D		Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
D		Gm7/B		A
La la laaa, la la laaa, la la laaa
Em	  A
Zak and Sara
C		C/B	A
Zak and Sara
C		C/B	

D   D/C	  Gm7/B     Gm7/Bb   x3