Tekster: Fall. D.i.y. Meat.

The minute I get out of my tent
My garden is covered with cement
The minute I went and Radio One blasting outside
Asterisk, twixt, light and dark

He said I'm a handyman
He was a handyman
He was a handyman
He was handyman

I said what you doing round that grave?
Said I'm a handyman, I saw you chatting to my wife
Between the light and door, it was a handyman
And the minute I got outta my tent

Go out.
They have cheese
Not me
It was a handy a-handy a-handy man

Conditions not good job
You try and try to get under
Just bang around
Just bang around

And it does not cut me down
And Sunday nights don't get out anymore