- Ethel Waters my handyman 歌詞
- Ethel Waters
- My Handy Man -Original -Ethel Waters
Whoever said a good man was hard to find
Postively absolutely sure was blind;
I found the best that ever was
Heres 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
Dont care if you believe or not
He sure is good to have around;
Why when my furnace gets too hot
Hes right there to turn my damper down
For everything hes 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
Hes Gods gift
Sometimes hes up long before dawn
Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn;
Oooh you cant get away from it Hes such a handy man
Never has a single thing to say
While hes working hard;
I wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard
My ice dont 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
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