1-2-8 lyrics

Artist  : Mighty Mighty Bosstones 
Song : 1-2-8
 


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
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