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'

Well, 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

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'

Well, that was the day

We ran into Albert Flasher

Oww..

...

(Guitar solo)

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