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

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

Now, it's kind'a 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 yourself to Caf

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

Some dark
You gonna see a light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, say
It's a oak fire
Like a funeral
Old Packer's a-cookin' all day

the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the
They ain't lookin' for customary prey
Nah, they're for bones
In a a' hot stones
At old Al Caf

Comin' back for
back for more
Baby, back for more
Al's
back for more
Comin' for more
Baby, comin' 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 all the bones in the clay

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

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

Boohoohaha 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 up in the snow
the scrub oaks grow
And the and the picas play )

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

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

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

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

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

And when the howl
And the on the prowl
ain't lookin' for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, they're for bones
In a a' hot stones
At old Al Packer's Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]