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'Way up in the
Where the scrub oaks
And the coneys and the picas
the marmots abound
All in the ground
And the wind cold all day

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

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

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

Some night
You see a weird light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, say
It's a oak fire
Like a funeral
Old Packer's been all day

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

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

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

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

Now you know them
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 boots until May

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

[Courtesy of Chip Davis.]

Comin' for more
Comin' back for
Baby, back for more
Cafe
Comin' for more
back 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 in the ground
And the blows cold all day

a little pile a' stones
On a little a' bones
That's a-what the say
But the folks in Lake
Well, they a different ditty
It would to make your hair turn gray

Now, kind'a hard to find
But it'll your mind
If you to go the right way
You take Slumgullion
And stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to Caf

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

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

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