Skammentary: Near as I can tell, "1-2-8" is about being a touring band, the long, hard grind that so many bands put in before becoming "overnight sucesses" with a hit song.
"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!
"One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four, no one's really sure.
Five, six, what's in the mix?
Seven, eight, this stuff tastes.
They did something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention.
(Eyes wide!)
A roller coaster ride,
And 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?
"One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four, no one's really sure.
Five, six, what's in the mix?
Seven, eight, this stuff tastes.
The explanation's unexplainable,
Holding onto something once so 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!
(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.
"One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four, no one's really sure.
Five, six, what's in the mix?
Seven, eight, hey, this stuff tastes—
"One, two, what's in the stew?
Three, four, no one's really sure.
Five, six, what's in the mix?
Seven, eight, this stuff tastes
Great."
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