Mighty Mighty Bosstones Follow

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 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 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