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