Handbags And Gladrags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road

Tryin' to reach the other side?

Ever seen a young girl growing old

Tryin' to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you, my love?

When they have finally stripped you off

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old grandad

Had to sweat to buy ya

Once I was a young man

And all I thought I had to do was smile

You are still a young girl

And you bought everything in style

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

But that don't mean a single thing without

The handbags and the gladrags

That your grandad

Had to sweat to buy ya

Sing a song of six pence for your sake

And take a bottle full of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake

And bake them 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 grandad

Had to sweat to buy ya

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 ya