My Handy Man Ain't Handy No More Songtext
von Alberta Hunter

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.