(Intro)
Sabrina, Sabrina, the girl with the spinach green eyes
Not like jade, not like emerald
Not even like broccoli

(Verse)
She moved out to the country, where the sun rises early each day
She came down to our schoolhouse, beginning of my seventh grade
When my poor eyes set upon her, sittin’ all there by herself
She captured my whole attention, like a pileup on 24 South

(Chorus)
Sabrina, Sabrina, the girl with the funny French braid
Whiney voice, gimpy knee
And those spinach green eyes watching me

Oh, my poor heart
My desperate dreams
What can I do?
What can I do?

(Bridge)
Sabrina she may not be fetching, may not seem stunning to you
But watch out when, she winks at you

(Chorus)
Sabrina, Sabrina, the girl with the funny French braid
Whiney voice, gimpy knee
And those spinach green eyes watching me
Watching me
Watching me