Frank D. Fixer was a handyman
He could handle everything; he was my granddad
He grew his own food and he could fix his own car
I watched it all happen in our backyard
He'd reinvent the part to fix the broken home
He'd restore the heart
Well, I wish I was a fixer
I would fix you up inside
I would build you a town if the world fell down
I wish I was that guy
If Frank D. Fixer were alive today
Well, he may laugh at me and he may have a lot to say
He might ask that I keep working for the family
To keep the bills all paid and be his protégé
What happened to the ground right where we are?
What happened to the family farm?
Well, I wish I was a fixer
I would fix you up inside
I would build you a town if the world fell down
I wish I was that guy
Well, I wish I was a farmer
I would grow you a Garden of Eden
I would bless the family with the gifts that granddad handed me
How wonderful that would be
Baby I'll make that guy be me