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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) Songtexte 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... Aus Songtexte Mania