Albert Flasher

I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people 
And I offered myself to the world 
I was a workshop owner 
I was a workshop owner 

I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me 
What a weasel 
And baby was a workshop owner 
Baby was a workshop owner 

Baby and me were ripe for the pickin' 
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher 

It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon 
And we were sittin' there in high school, my school 
And Michael was a moonbeam maker 
And Michael was a moonbeam maker 

I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me 
What a weasel, oh no 
Baby was a workshop owner 
Baby was a workshop owner 

Baby and me were ripe for the pickin' 
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher 

I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people 
And I offered myself to the world 
I was a workshop owner 
I was a workshop owner 
I was a workshop owner