Comin` Back For More

<br>`Way up in the snow<br>Where the scrub oaks grow<br>And the coneys and the picas play<br>Where the marmots abound<br>All a-diggin` in the ground<br>And the wind blows cold all day <br><br>There`s a little pile a` stones<br>On a little pile a` bones<br>That`s a-what the archaeologists say<br>But the folks in Lake City<br>Well, they sing a different ditty<br>It would like to make your hair turn gray <br><br>Now, it`s kind`a hard to find<br>But it`ll altercate your mind<br>If you happen to go the right way<br>You take Slumgullion Pass<br>And don`t stop for no gas<br>Until you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© <br><br>It was the genuine, original<br>Highly pathological<br>Finger-lickin` digital cafГ©<br>It was Al Packer`s Legendary<br>Coronary Fast-food<br>Cannibal Bar and Buffet <br><br>Some dark night<br>You gonna see a weird light<br>Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say<br>It`s a scrub oak fire<br>Like a funeral pyre<br>Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day <br><br>A-when the coyotes howl<br>And the cougar`s on the prowl<br>They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey<br>Nah, they`re waitin` for bones<br>In a pile a` hot stones<br>At old Al Packer`s CafГ© <br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Comin` back for more<br>Comin` back for more<br>Baby, comin` back for more<br>Al`s Cafe <br>Comin` back for more<br>Comin` back for more<br>Baby, comin` back for more <br><br>(Old Al Packer<br>Was a real bone-cracker<br>Got lost in a blizzard one day )<br><br>When the boys went to get `im<br>Old Al just et `em<br>And he buried all the bones in the clay <br><br>Now you know them fellas<br>Wasn`t toasted marshmellas<br>And they didn`t fall asleep in the hay<br>But it had been a hard winter<br>So he had `em all for dinner<br>And they didn`t find their boots until May <br><br>Well, the folks in Lake City<br>Showed very little pity<br>So they sentenced him to hang next day<br>But before they could noose `im<br>Old Al got loose an`<br>He`s a-lookin` for you, today <br><br>Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.] <br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Comin` back for more<br>Comin` back for more<br>Baby, comin` back for more<br>Al`s Cafe <br>Comin` back for more<br>Comin` back for more<br>Baby, comin` back for more <br>(Now `way up in the snow<br>Where the scrub oaks grow<br>And the coneys and the picas play )<br><br>Where the marmots abound<br>All a-diggin` in the ground<br>And the wind blows cold all day <br><br>There`s a little pile a` stones<br>On a little pile a` bones<br>That`s a-what the archaeologists say<br>But the folks in Lake City<br>Well, they sing a different ditty<br>It would like to make your hair turn gray <br><br>Now, it`s kind`a hard to find<br>But it`ll altercate your mind<br>If you happen to go the right way<br>You take Slumgullion Pass<br>And don`t stop for no gas<br>Until you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© <br><br>It was the genuine, original<br>Highly pathological<br>Finger-lickin` digital cafГ©<br>It was Al Packer`s Legendary<br>Culinary Fast-food <br>Cannibal Bar and Buffet <br><br>Some dark night<br>You`re gonna see a weird light<br>Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha [Chip again.]<br>It`s a scrub oak fire<br>Like a funeral pyre<br>Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day <br><br>And when the coyotes howl<br>And the cougar`s on the prowl<br>They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it`s Chip.]<br>Nah, they`re waitin` for bones<br>In a pile a` hot stones<br>At old Al Packer`s Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]