DUCT TAPE MAN
Words and music by Debbie Ridpath Ohi (Aug/96)
Dedicated to David Goulden

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My window needs some fixin', it's driving me insane, my
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room is full of holes and tonight it's gonna rain
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I think it's time to call him....oh please let him be free.

His truck pulls up my driveway as if in slow-motion dream, he
steps into my kitchen...I am blinded by the gleam
from that roll of silver....oh shine your light on me.

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He's the Duct Tape Man, He's The Duct Tape Man 
(ya ya ya ya oh ya, oh baby)
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he knows how to use it...like no one else can
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He's the Duct Tape Man, He's The Duct Tape Man

His uniform is silver, a duct tape work of art, his
voice it rumbles low as he says, "Ma'am, where should I start?"
Oh girl, you'd better look out...you'd better stay alert.

He silver-tapes my window, my roof has no more tears
He touches up my makeup and then fixes my bad hair
but when I take the tape off....I think it's really gonna hurt.

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(Well...) He packs up his tools.....oh my, he does look fine
Flashes me a smile....it shivers down my spine, then he
slips into the night....because his work is done.

My husband comes into the room and stares, his mouth agape
He says, "Who the hell was that and what's with all the tape?"
Good thing he can't see the silver in my soul.

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