Mighty mighty bosstones the 1 2 8 lyrics

They played something  

 They made 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  

 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  

 The explanation's unexplainable  

 Holding onto something  

 Once dreamt 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  

 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  

 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 this stuff tastes