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'Way up in the
Where the oaks grow
And the and the picas play
Where the marmots
All in the ground
And the wind blows all day

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

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll altercate your
If you to go the right way
You take Slumgullion
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
Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and

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

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

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

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

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

Boohoohaha of Chip Davis.]

Comin' back for
back for more
Baby, back for more
Al's
Comin' back for
Comin' back for
Baby, comin' for more
(Now 'way up in the
Where the scrub oaks
And the and the picas play )

Where the abound
All in the ground
And the blows cold all day

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

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll altercate mind
If you to go the right way
You take Slumgullion
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
Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and

dark night
You're gonna see a weird
Up on Cannibal Plateau, say Boohoohaha [Chip again.]
a scrub oak fire
Like a pyre
Old Packer's been all day

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