1-2-8 Lyrics

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

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 
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 
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 "Great."