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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 sardinesBack and forth, East, South, West, North Shred the atlas, burn the map Often lost and paths criss-crossed, wake me up I need a nap1, 2 what's in the stew? 3, 4 no one's really sure 5, 6 what's in the mix? 7, 8 this stuff tastesThey did something, which meant something and that got them some attention (Eyes wide) A roller coaster ride, great pride in this inventionI 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 tastesYeahThe explanation's unexplainable, holding onto something once dreamt unattainable The course was never charted so don't look into the booksThe 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 increaseLast 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 made1, 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 tastes1, 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)