They played something, they made something
Brand new a baby blue machine
Brass tacks, duct tape for the great escape
They 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 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
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

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