(by James Taylor, re-written by Julie, in honor of JT's 2003 tour coming to an end, at the request of an anonymous Broad)
Hey Broads, gather 'round
Listen to what I'm putting down
Hey, baby, Clay's our "Handy" man
He's not the kind that uses pencil or rule
But he's got digits that can make Broads drool
His hands touch your heart, I know that they truly can
They swoosh from side to side dramatically
And wooblied each week for us
Just think how much fun
Those hands could have
When Clay's with us on the bus!
Here is the main thing Clay should keep in mind
Those fingers slay us either splayed or entwined
His hands lift our hearts and help us to "measure" this man!
Then there's that...
Thumb-a thumb-a thumb-a
thumb-a thumb thumb...yeah, yeah, yeah!
(and so forth...y'all know the dang song!)