Mighty Mighty Bosstones - 1-2-8 lyrics

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They made something

They played something

Brand new a baby blue machine

Brass tacks, duct tape

For the great escape

Packed in there like sardines

Back and forth

East, south, west, north

Shred the atlas burn the map

Often lost and paths criss-crossed

Wake me up I need a nap

1, 2 what's in the stew

3, 4 no one's really sure

5, 6 what's in the mix

7, 8 this stuff tastes

They did something

Which meant something

And that got them some attention

Eyes wide

A roller coaster ride

Great pride in this invention

I think they're selling Snake oil

At the dog and pony show

In the garden gee

Would you pardon me

And by the way how does it grow

1, 2 what's in the stew

3, 4 no one's really sure

5, 6 what's in the mix

7, 8 this stuff tastes

The explanation's unexplainable

Holding onto something

Once so unattainable

The course was never charted

So don't look into the books

The secret's not the recipe

It's got to be the cooks

They made something

They played something

Blood, sweat, and elbow grease

Well, if you can't stand the heat in the kitchen

Get out it will increase

Last train to where?

Hey get out of here

Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed

A dash of honesty in the recipe

And that's the first mistake you've made

1, 2 what's in the stew

3, 4 no one's really sure

5, 6 what's in the mix

7, 8 hey this stuff tastes

1, 2 what's in the stew

3, 4 no one's really sure

5, 6 what's in the mix

7, 8 this stuff tastes