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I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the peopleAnd I offered myself to the worldI was a workshop ownerI was a workshop ownerI was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed meWhat a weaselAnd baby was a workshop ownerBaby was a workshop ownerBaby and me were ripe for the pickin'That was the day we ran into Albert FlasherIt was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoonAnd we were sittin' there in high school, my schoolAnd Michael was a moonbeam makerAnd Michael was a moonbeam makerI was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed meWhat a weasel, oh noBaby was a workshop ownerBaby was a workshop ownerBaby and me were ripe for the pickin'That was the day we ran into Albert FlasherI was a workshop owner in the gulch for the peopleAnd I offered myself to the worldI was a workshop ownerI was a workshop ownerI was a workshop owner From Letras Mania