Songtext von 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