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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 From Letras Mania