Lyrics

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 (Chorus) The workforce was re-organised And that included me I claimed the supplementary Got some new training scheme (Chorus) 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...