Burton Cummings Albert Flasher Lyrics

Albert Flasher Lyrics

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 workshop owner

 

 I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me

 What a weasel

 And baby was a workshop owner

 Baby was a workshop owner

 

 Baby and me were ripe for the pickin'

 That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher

 

 It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon

 And we were sittin' there in high school, my school

 And Michael was a moonbeam maker

 And Michael was a moonbeam maker

 

 I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me

 What a weasel, oh no

 Baby was a workshop owner

 Baby was a workshop owner

 

 Baby and me were ripe for the pickin'

 That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher

 

 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 workshop owner

 I was a workshop owner