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!