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Текст песни C.W. Mccall - Comin` Back For More

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`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 day There`s a little pile a` stonesOn a little pile a` bonesThat`s a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in Lake CityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to findBut it`ll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take Slumgullion PassAnd don`t stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© It was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin` digital cafГ©It was Al Packer`s LegendaryCoronary Fast-foodCannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark nightYou gonna see a weird lightUp on Cannibal Plateau, they sayIt`s a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld Packer`s been a-cookin` all day A-when the coyotes howlAnd the cougar`s on the prowlThey ain`t lookin` for your customary preyNah, they`re waitin` for bonesIn a pile a` hot stonesAt old Al Packer`s CafГ© [Chorus]Comin` back for moreComin` back for moreBaby, comin` back for moreAl`s Cafe Comin` 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 clay Now you know them fellasWasn`t toasted marshmellasAnd they didn`t fall asleep in the hayBut it had been a hard winterSo he had `em all for dinnerAnd they didn`t find their boots until May Well, the folks in Lake CityShowed very little pitySo they sentenced him to hang next dayBut before they could noose `imOld Al got loose an`He`s a-lookin` for you, today Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.] [Chorus]Comin` back for moreComin` back for moreBaby, comin` back for moreAl`s Cafe Comin` 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 day There`s a little pile a` stonesOn a little pile a` bonesThat`s a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in Lake CityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to findBut it`ll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take Slumgullion PassAnd don`t stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© It was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin` digital cafГ©It was Al Packer`s LegendaryCulinary Fast-food Cannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark nightYou`re gonna see a weird lightUp on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha [Chip again.]It`s a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld Packer`s been a-cookin` all day And when the coyotes howlAnd the cougar`s on the prowlThey ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it`s Chip.]Nah, they`re waitin` for bonesIn a pile a` hot stonesAt old Al Packer`s Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]

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