Song | 1-2-8 |
Artist | The Mighty Mighty Bosstones |
Album | Let's Face It |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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 | |
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 |
zuo ci : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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 | |
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 |
zuò cí : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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 | |
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 |