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