I’m never gonna be the handyman around the house my father was So don’t be asking me to hang a curtain rail for you because Screwdriver business just gets me confused It takes me half an hour to change a fuse And when I flicked the switch the lights all blew I’m not your handyman Don’t be expecting me to put up shelves or build a garden shed But I can write a song that tells the world how much I love you instead I’m not any good at pottery so let’s lose the ’t’ and just shift back the ’e’ And I’ll find a way to make my poetry build a roof over our heads I know it looks like I’m just reading the paper But these ideas I’ll turn to gold dust later Cause I’m a writer not a decorator? I’m not your handyman