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Listen to Alberta Hunter's My Handy Man Ain't Handy No More from Amtrack Blues:
("...he churns my butter, and he strokes my fiddle...he threads my needle, creams my wheat, heats my heater, and he chops my meat...and do you know?...sometimes, he's up way before dawn, busy cleaning the rough edges off my lawn...")
The double entendre is delightful!
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