Handy Man
At the end of the Summer
I found my choice
Working at the Shipyard
or a penniless college boy
Homework in my satchal
or money in my hand
Simple mathematics even
I could underastand
Bring bargains to your door
Waiting for that lucky draw
These days I am a Handy Man
Cutting grass and lifting sacks
Swinging down the spade and axe
These days I am a Handy Man
Grandpa was a welder,
my dad was a stevedore
We went to work in Autumn
down by the Woolston shore
Grandpa took the handshake
and I went self-employed
Rolling drunks and chasing punks
like all the other boys
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The workforce was re-organised
and that included me
I claimed the supplementary,
got some new training scheme
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Now I'm selling onions
in the richer parts of town
It makes those women glad
to have a Handy Man around...
(Chorus)
The end of the Summer...