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 FlasherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.