C.w. Mccall - Comin' Back For More Lyrics
way up in the snowWhere the scrub oaks growAnd the coneys and the picas playWhere the marmots aboundAll a-diggin in the groundAnd the wind blows cold all dayTheres a little pile a stonesOn a little pile a bonesThats a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in lake cityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn grayNow, its kinda hard to findBut itll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take slumgullion passAnd dont stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to als cafIt was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin digital cafIt was al packers legendaryCoronary fast-foodCannibal bar and buffetSome dark nightYou gonna see a weird lightUp on cannibal plateau, they sayIts a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld packers been a-cookin all dayA-when the coyotes howlAnd the cougars on the prowlThey aint lookin for your customary preyNah, theyre waitin for bonesIn a pile a hot stonesAt old al packers caf[chorus]Comin back for moreComin back for moreBaby, comin back for moreAls cafeComin back for moreComin back for moreBaby, comin back for more(old al packerWas a real bone-crackerGot lost in a blizzard one day )When the boys went to get imOld al just et emAnd he buried all the bones in the clayNow you know them fellasWasnt toasted marshmellasAnd they didnt fall asleep in the hayBut it had been a hard winterSo he had em all for dinnerAnd they didnt find their boots until mayWell, the folks in lake cityShowed very little pitySo they sentenced him to hang next dayBut before they could noose imOld al got loose anHes a-lookin for you, todayBoohoohaha [courtesy of chip davis.][chorus]Comin back for moreComin back for moreBaby, comin back for moreAls cafeComin back for moreComin back for moreBaby, comin back for more(now way up in the snowWhere the scrub oaks growAnd the coneys and the picas play )Where the marmots aboundAll a-diggin in the groundAnd the wind blows cold all dayTheres a little pile a stonesOn a little pile a bonesThats a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in lake cityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn grayNow, its kinda hard to findBut itll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take slumgullion passAnd dont stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to als cafIt was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin digital cafIt was al packers legendaryCulinary fast-foodCannibal bar and buffetSome dark nightYoure gonna see a weird lightUp on cannibal plateau, they say boohoohaha [chip again.]Its a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld packers been a-cookin all dayAnd when the coyotes howlAnd the cougars on the prowlThey aint lookin for your customary prey aahoohoohoohoo [yeah, its chip.]Nah, theyre waitin for bonesIn a pile a hot stonesAt old al packers cafe bleah! [could it be... davis? ]
