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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 And 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 Yeah 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 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 (3, 4) no one's really sure 5, 6 (5, 6) what's in the mix? 7, 8 this stuff tastes (Great)