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
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
It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon
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
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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