Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Comin` Back For More

`Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin` in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day

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

Now, it`s kind`a hard to find
But it`ll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take Slumgullion Pass
And don`t stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to Al`s CafР“В©

It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin` digital cafР“В©
It was Al Packer`s Legendary
Coronary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet

Some dark night
You gonna see a weird light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say
It`s a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day

A-when the coyotes howl
And the cougar`s on the prowl
They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey
Nah, they`re waitin` for bones
In a pile a` hot stones
At old Al Packer`s CafР“В©

[Chorus]

Comin` back for more
Comin` back for more
Baby, comin` back for more
Al`s Cafe
Comin` back for more
Comin` back for more
Baby, comin` back for more

(Old Al Packer
Was a real bone-cracker
Got lost in a blizzard one day )

When the boys went to get `im
Old Al just et `em
And he buried all the bones in the clay

Now you know them fellas
Wasn`t toasted marshmellas
And they didn`t fall asleep in the hay
But it had been a hard winter
So he had `em all for dinner
And they didn`t find their boots until May

Well, the folks in Lake City
Showed very little pity
So they sentenced him to hang next day
But before they could noose `im
Old Al got loose an`
He`s a-lookin` for you, today

Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.]

[Chorus]

Comin` back for more
Comin` back for more
Baby, comin` back for more
Al`s Cafe
Comin` back for more
Comin` back for more
Baby, comin` back for more
(Now `way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play )

Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin` in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day

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

Now, it`s kind`a hard to find
But it`ll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take Slumgullion Pass
And don`t stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to Al`s CafР“В©

It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin` digital cafР“В©
It was Al Packer`s Legendary
Culinary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet

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

And when the coyotes howl
And the cougar`s on the prowl
They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it`s Chip.]
Nah, they`re waitin` for bones
In a pile a` hot stones
At old Al Packer`s Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Comin` Back For More `Way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play Where the marmots abound All a-diggin` in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There`s a little pile a` stones On a little pile a` bones That`s a-what the archaeologists say But the folks in Lake City Well, they sing a different ditty It would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to find But it`ll altercate your mind If you happen to go the right way You take Slumgullion Pass And don`t stop for no gas Until you get yourself to Al`s CafР“В© It was the genuine, original Highly pathological Finger-lickin` digital cafР“В© It was Al Packer`s Legendary Coronary Fast-food Cannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark night You gonna see a weird light Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say It`s a scrub oak fire Like a funeral pyre Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day A-when the coyotes howl And the cougar`s on the prowl They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Nah, they`re waitin` for bones In a pile a` hot stones At old Al Packer`s CafР“В© [Chorus] Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more Al`s Cafe Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more (Old Al Packer Was a real bone-cracker Got lost in a blizzard one day ) When the boys went to get `im Old Al just et `em And he buried all the bones in the clay Now you know them fellas Wasn`t toasted marshmellas And they didn`t fall asleep in the hay But it had been a hard winter So he had `em all for dinner And they didn`t find their boots until May Well, the folks in Lake City Showed very little pity So they sentenced him to hang next day But before they could noose `im Old Al got loose an` He`s a-lookin` for you, today Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.] [Chorus] Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more Al`s Cafe Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more (Now `way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play ) Where the marmots abound All a-diggin` in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There`s a little pile a` stones On a little pile a` bones That`s a-what the archaeologists say But the folks in Lake City Well, they sing a different ditty It would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to find But it`ll altercate your mind If you happen to go the right way You take Slumgullion Pass And don`t stop for no gas Until you get yourself to Al`s CafР“В© It was the genuine, original Highly pathological Finger-lickin` digital cafР“В© It was Al Packer`s Legendary Culinary Fast-food Cannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark night You`re gonna see a weird light Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha [Chip again.] It`s a scrub oak fire Like a funeral pyre Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day And when the coyotes howl And the cougar`s on the prowl They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it`s Chip.] Nah, they`re waitin` for bones In a pile a` hot stones At old Al Packer`s Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Comin` Back For More: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/12453.html Все тексты песен: C.W. Mccall » C.W. Mccall - Silverton » C.W. Mccall - Take My Duds To The Junkman » C.W. Mccall - Silver Iodide Blues » C.W. Mccall - Wilderness » C.W. Mccall - Crispy Critters » C.W. Mccall - Roy » C.W. Mccall - Classified » C.W. Mccall - Roses For Mama » C.W. Mccall - Rocky Mountain September » C.W. Mccall - City of New Orleans » C.W. Mccall - Windshield Wipers In The Rain » C.W. Mccall - The Battle of New Orleans » C.W. Mccall - The Little Things In Life » C.W. Mccall - Old Glory » C.W. Mccall - Convoy » C.W. Mccall - Night Hawk » C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Cowboy » C.W. Mccall - The Only Light » C.W. Mccall - Audubon » C.W. Mccall - Livin` Within My Means Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Жуков - Письма из города. Дворик » Гости из Будущего - Странное чувство » Григорий Бронштейн - Дождик в асфальт сонно упал... » Геннадий Васильев - Мой телефон молчит, как сука... » Гарин Юрий - Белое платье невесты » Григорий Бронштейн - Откуда смерть посмотрит безучастно... » Группа риска - По стене лиса бежал » Гиви Чрелашвили - Размышления скучающего гедониста (Михаилу Кочеткову) » Геннадий Васильев - Дудочка » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - У войны не женское лицо » Гости из Будущего - Здравствуй » Григорий Бронштейн - Полечу за журавлем... » Григорий Дикштейн - Мы не те... » Группа риска - Иногда алсy тебя » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Повезло » Григорий Дикштейн - Песня ваганта (Из цикла Ваганты) » Гера Грач - Чифирок » Геннадий Жуков - Мне велено сказать, и вот я говорю... » Геннадий Перевалов - Завтра » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Так
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