Whoever said a good man is hard to find

Positively absolutely sure was blind

I've found the best man there ever was

Here's just some of the things that my man does



Why he shakes my ashes, greases my grittle

Chimes my butter and he strokes my fiddle

My man is such a handy man (oh yes he is)



He threads my needle, creams my wheat

Heats my heater and he chops my meat

My man is such a handy man



Now I don't care if you believe it or not

He's so good to have around

And when my furnace gets too hot

He's right there and turns my damper down



Why for everything he's got a scheme

You oughta see that new stuff he uses on my machine

That man is such a handy man (he's God's gift girls)



Why he flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table

Feeds my horses out in my stable

That man is such a handy man, mmm yeah



Sometimes he's up long before the dawn

Busy trimmin' the rough edges off my front lawn

Yeah that man is such a handy man



Why you know he never has a single word to say

No not while he's working hard

And I wished that you could see the way

He handles my front yard



Yeah you know my ice don't get a chance to melt away

Cause he sees that I get that fresh piece every day

My man, my man is such a handy man

And I ain't kiddin'!