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'Way up in the
the scrub oaks grow
And the and the picas play
Where the marmots
All a-diggin' in the
And the blows cold all day

There's a little a' stones
On a pile a' bones
a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in Lake
Well, they sing a different
It would like to make your turn gray

Now, kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your
If you happen to go the way
You take Pass
And stop for no gas
Until you get to Al's Caf

It was the genuine,
pathological
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Packer's
Coronary
Cannibal Bar and

dark night
You gonna see a weird
Up on Cannibal Plateau, say
It's a scrub oak
Like a pyre
Old Packer's a-cookin' all day

A-when the howl
And the cougar's on the
They ain't lookin' for your customary
Nah, waitin' for bones
In a a' hot stones
At old Al Caf

Comin' back for
back for more
Baby, back for more
Al's
Comin' for more
Comin' for more
Baby, comin' back for

(Old Al
Was a bone-cracker
Got lost in a one day )

When the boys to get 'im
Old Al et 'em
And he buried all the in the clay

Now you know fellas
Wasn't marshmellas
And they didn't fall in the hay
But it had a hard winter
So he had 'em all for
And they didn't find their boots May

Well, the folks in Lake
Showed very little
So they sentenced him to next day
But they could noose 'im
Old Al got an'
He's for you, today

[Courtesy of Chip Davis.]

Comin' for more
Comin' back for
Baby, comin' for more
Al's
Comin' for more
Comin' for more
Baby, comin' back for
(Now up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks
And the coneys and the picas )

the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the
And the wind blows all day

a little pile a' stones
On a little a' bones
a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in City
Well, they a different ditty
It would like to make your hair gray

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll altercate your
If you to go the right way
You Slumgullion Pass
And stop for no gas
Until you get to Al's Caf

It was the genuine,
Highly
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Packer's
Culinary
Cannibal Bar and

dark night
You're gonna see a light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha again.]
It's a scrub oak
a funeral pyre
Old been a-cookin' all day

And the coyotes howl
And the on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, they're waitin' for
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Packer's Cafe Bleah! it be... Davis?]