1-2-8 lyrics
by Mighty Mighty Bosstones
They played somethingThey made somethingBrand new baby blues machineBrass tacks, duct tapeFor the great escapePacked in there like sardinesBack and forthEast, south, west, and northShred the atlas burn the mapOften lostAnd paths criss-crossedWake me up I need a napThey did somethingWhich meant somethingAnd that got them some attentionEyes wideA roller coaster rideGreat pride in this inventionI think they're sellingSnake oilAt the dog and pony showIn the garden geeWould you pardon meAnd by the way how does it growThe explanation's unexplainableHolding onto somethingOnce thought unattainableThe course was never chartedSo don't look into the booksThe secret's not the recipeIt's got to be the cooksThey made somethingThey played somethingBlood, sweat, and elbow greaseIf you can't stand the heat in the kitchenGet out it will increaseLast train to where?Hey get out of hereNothing's measured and nothing's weighedA dash of honestyIn the recipeThat's the first mistake you've made1, 2 what's in the stew3, 4 no one's really sure5, 6 what's in the mix7, 8 this stuff tastes
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