文本歌词

My Handy Man - Ethel Waters
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;
Oh 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