Lyrics
You're gettin' your name in the paper
You're given the space to write
You tell 'em it's all 'bout the things that are wrong
Never the things that are right
You're gettin' your face on the TV screen
An image designed to write
Tell 'em that's all, while you're havin' a ball
And the world left it all to late
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You never think terribly positively
A bunch of bananas is your family tree
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You think you're alone, but it's a matter of fact
There are millions and millions, so how about that
Oh what a man you are
(Ooh!) You're mixin' it up with the people
You're tellin' 'em what to buy
You're tellin' 'em all where their heads are at
And you give 'em a reason why
You make it so easy to make it work
You're makin' it all worthwhile
Thanks for the chance for us all to advance
For the space, and the turn of the dial
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You never think terribly positively
A bunch of bananas is your family tree
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You think you're alone, but it's a matter of fact
There are millions and millions, so how about that
Oh what a man you are
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
(Sing it!) Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman, oh
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You never think terribly positively
A bunch of bananas is your family tree
Oh sweetheart, you'll never be no handyman
You think you're alone, but it's a matter of fact
There are millions and millions, so how about that
Oh what a man you are
Written by: Brian Cadd