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von Mighty Mighty Bosstones

They played something
They made something
Brand new baby blues machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
Back and forth
East, south, west, and north
Shred the atlas burn the map
Often lost
And paths criss-crossed
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 thought 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