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

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

Now, kind'a hard to find
But it'll your mind
If you to go the right way
You Slumgullion Pass
And stop 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

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

A-when the coyotes
And the cougar's on the
They ain't lookin' for your prey
Nah, they're waitin' for
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Caf

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

(Old Al
Was a real
Got in a blizzard one day )

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

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

Well, the in Lake City
Showed very little
So they him to hang next day
But before they could 'im
Old Al got an'
He's a-lookin' for you,

Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Davis.]

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

Where the abound
All a-diggin' in the
And the wind cold all day

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

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll your mind
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,
Highly
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Packer's
Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and

dark 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 on the prowl
ain't lookin' for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, waitin' for bones
In a a' hot stones
At old Al Packer's Cafe Bleah! [Could it be...