"1-2-8" lyrics

They made somethin'
They played somethin'
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 crisscrossed
Wake me up, I need a nap

One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four
No one's really sure
Five, six
What's in the mix?
Seven, eight
This stuff tastes

They did somethin'
Which meant somethin'
And that got them some attention
Eyes wide
A roller coaster ride and
Great pride in this invention

I think they're sellin' snake oil
At the dog and pony show
And in the garden, gee
Well, would you pardon me?
And by the way, how does it grow?

One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four
No one's really sure
Five, six
What's in the mix?
Seven, eight
This stuff tastes

The explanation, unexplainable
Holdin' onto somethin' once so unattainable
The course was never charted so don't look into the books
The secret's not the recipe, it's gotta be the cooks

They made somethin'
They played somethin'
Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
Well, if you can't stand the heat in the kitchen
Get out, it will increase (Get out, it will increase)

Last train to where?
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

One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four
No one's really sure
Five, six
What's in the mix?
Seven, eight
Hey, this stuff tastes

One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four (Three, four)
Well, no one's really sure
Five, six (Five, six)
What's in the mix?
Seven, eight
This stuff tastes
Great