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

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