Handy Man

Whoever said a good man's hard to find
 positively absolutely sure was blind
 I found the best that ever was
 Here's some other things he does
 He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle
 Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle
 My man is such a handy man, yeah
 He threads my needle, creams my wheat
 He heats my heater, chops my meat
 My man is such a handy man
 Don't care if you believe or not
 He's good to have around
 When my furnace gets too hot
 He turns my damper down!
 For everything he's got a scheme
 I love the way he whips my cream
 My man is such a handy man, oh yeah
 He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table
 Feeds the horses in my stable
 My man is such a handy man
 Oh yeah
 He never has a thing to say when he's looking hard
 Oh I wish you could see the way he handles my front yard,
 sometimes he's up before the dawn
 busy workin' on my lawn
 My man is such a handy man, yeah yeah