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'Way up in the
Where the oaks grow
And the coneys and the play
Where the abound
All a-diggin' in the
And the wind blows all day

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

Now, it's kind'a hard to
But it'll altercate your
If you to go the right way
You take Slumgullion
And don't for no gas
Until you get yourself to Caf

It was the genuine,
pathological
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Legendary
Coronary
Bar and Buffet

Some dark
You see a weird light
Up on Plateau, they say
It's a oak fire
Like a pyre
Old Packer's been all day

A-when the coyotes
And the on the prowl
ain't lookin' for your customary prey
Nah, they're for bones
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Caf

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

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

the boys went to get 'im
Old Al et 'em
And he buried all the bones in the

Now you know them
toasted marshmellas
And they didn't asleep in the hay
But it had been a hard
So he had 'em all for
And they didn't find boots until May

Well, the folks in City
very little pity
So they him to hang next day
But before they noose 'im
Old Al got an'
He's for you, today

[Courtesy of Chip Davis.]

Comin' back for
back for more
Baby, comin' back for
Cafe
Comin' for more
Comin' for more
Baby, comin' for more
(Now 'way up in the
Where the scrub grow
And the coneys and the play )

the marmots abound
All in the ground
And the wind blows all day

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

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll altercate mind
If you happen to go the way
You take Slumgullion
And stop for no gas
you get yourself to Al's Caf

It was the genuine,
pathological
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Legendary
Culinary
Bar and Buffet

Some night
You're see a weird light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say [Chip again.]
It's a scrub oak
Like a pyre
Old Packer's been all day

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