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'Way up in the
Where the oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas
Where the marmots
All a-diggin' in the
And the wind cold all day

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

Now, kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your
If you happen to go the 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 dark
You see a weird light
Up on Plateau, they say
It's a oak fire
Like a funeral
Old been a-cookin' all day

A-when the howl
And the cougar's on the
They lookin' for your customary prey
Nah, they're for bones
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Caf

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

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

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

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

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

Boohoohaha of Chip Davis.]

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

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

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

Now, kind'a hard 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 to Al's Caf

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

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

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