My Handy Man lyrics

Whoever said a good man is hard to find
Positively absolutely sure was blind
I`ve found the best man there ever was
Here`s just some of the things that my man does

Why he shakes my ashes, greases my grittle
Chimes my butter and he strokes my fiddle
My man is such a handy man (oh yes he is)

He threads my needle, creams my wheat
Heats my heater and he chops my meat
My man is such a handy man

Now I don`t care if you believe it or not
He`s so good to have around
And when my furnace gets too hot
He`s right there and turns my damper down

Why for everything he`s got a scheme
You oughta see that new stuff he uses on my machine
That man is such a handy man (he`s God`s gift girls)

Why he flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table
Feeds my horses out in my stable
That man is such a handy man, mmm yeah

Sometimes he`s up long before the dawn
Busy trimmin` the rough edges off my front lawn
Yeah that man is such a handy man

Why you know he never has a single word to say
No not while he`s working hard
And I wished that you could see the way
He handles my front yard

Yeah you know my ice don`t get a chance to melt away
Cause he sees that I get that fresh piece every day
My man, my man is such a handy man
And I ain`t kiddin`!
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