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;    Oooh, 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!