Ethel Waters My Handy Man Lyrics

My Handy Man Lyrics

Whoever said a good man was hard to find, 

Postively, absolutely sure was blind; 

I found the best that ever was, 

Here's just some of the things he does: 



He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle, 

Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle; 

My man is such a handy man! 



He threads my needle, creams my wheat, 

Heats my heater, chops my meat; 

My man is such a handy man! 



Don't care if you believe or not, 

He sure is good to have around; 

Why, when my furnace gets too hot, 

He's right there to turn my damper down! 



For everything he's got a scheme; 

You ought to see his new starter that he uses on my machine; 

My man is such a handy man! 



He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off the table, He feeds the horses in my stable;
My man is such a handy man! 



He's God's gift! 



Sometimes he's up long before dawn, 

Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn; 

Oooh, you can't get away from it! He's such a handy man! 



Never has a single thing to say, 

While he's working hard; 

I wish that you could see the way 

He handles my front yard! 



My ice don't get a chance to melt away, 

He sees that I get that old fresh piece every day; 

Lord, that man sure is such a handy man