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

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

Now, it's hard to find
But altercate your mind
If you happen to go the way
You Slumgullion Pass
And don't for no gas
Until you get yourself to Caf

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

dark night
You gonna see a light
Up on Plateau, they say
a scrub oak fire
Like a pyre
Old Packer's a-cookin' all day

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

Comin' for more
Comin' back for
Baby, comin' back for
Cafe
Comin' for more
back for more
Baby, comin' back for

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

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

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

Well, the in Lake City
Showed little pity
So they sentenced him to next day
But before they noose 'im
Old Al got an'
a-lookin' for you, today

Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Davis.]

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

Where the marmots
All in the ground
And the wind cold all day

There's a little pile a'
On a little pile a'
That's a-what the say
But the in Lake City
Well, they sing a ditty
It would like to make hair turn gray

Now, it's kind'a hard to
But it'll altercate 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,
pathological
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Packer's
Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and

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

And when the coyotes
And the cougar's on the
They lookin' for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, they're waitin' for
In a a' hot stones
At old Al Packer's Cafe Bleah! [Could it be...