Fix'em Up'em

When our computer beeps and sputters,
And makes you want to toss it in the gutters,
I step up and offer to fix it up.

And when the cats shed all over,
Coating carpets in cat-leaf clover,
I'll be there to vacuum it up.

But when the husband has trouble,
Like an illness, having to live in a bubble,
I'm incapable of helping out.

'Cause that husband's me, and I just can't
Fix myself up right, how much I want.
But that's why I have you, without a doubt.