My Handy Man Ain't Handy No More (Album Version)

歌詞

Now whoever said a good man is hard to find Positively absolutely sure was blind Cause I just found the best man that ever was And here’s just a few of the things that he does. He shakes my ashes, Greases my griddle, Churns my butter, And he strokes my fiddle, My man, is such a handy man. Now he threads my needle, And he creams my wheat, Heats my heater, And he chops my meat (he’s a mess), My man, is such a handy man. Now I don’t care if you believe it or not, He’s a mighty nice man to have around, Cause when my furnace gets too hot, He’s right there to turn my damper down, For everything, that man of mine’s got a scheme And honey it’s amazing the way he handles my machine My man, is such a handyman (oh that man is a mess). He flaps my flapjacks, Cleans off the table, Feeds the horses in my stable, My man, is such a handyman. And do you know, sometimes he’s up way before dawn, Busy cleaning the rough edges off my lawn, My man, is such a handyman. Now, he never has a single word to say, While he’s working hard (poor soul), And I’d give anything if you could see the way, he handles my front yard. Now my ice never gets a chance to melt away, Cause he sees that I get a nice fresh piece everyday, My man, is such a handyman.