Paroles de 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