Albert Flasher Songtext

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 diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel
And baby was a workshop owner
Baby and me were ripe for the picking
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher

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

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