1-2-8 Lyrics - Let's Face It - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

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 great