Words by D. Barrett and J. Gittleman
Music by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

They played something
They made something brand new, a baby blue machine
Brass tacks, duct tape, for the great escape
Pack in there like sardines
Back and forth, east, south, west, north
Shred the altas, burn the map
Often lost and paths cris-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 go

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 problem's not the recipe
It's gotta 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

(Great)