Handbags And Gladrags

Ever see a blind man cross the road

Trying to make the other side?

Ever seen a young girl growing old

Trying to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you, my love?

When they have finally stripped you of

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old granddad

Had to sweat to buy you, baby

Once I was a young man

And all I thought I had to do was smile

Well, you are still a young girl

And you've borne everything in style

So once you think you're in, you're out

'Cause you don't mean a single thing without

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old granddad

Had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake

And drink a bottle full of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake

And bake 'em all in a pie

They told me you missed school today

So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old granddad

Had to sweat to buy, oh-woah

They told me you missed school today

So what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old granddad

Had to sweat to buy you