Handbags & Gladrags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road?
Tryin' to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growin' old?
Tryin' 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 Grandad had to sweat
So you could buy

Once I was a young man
And I thought all I had to do was smile
You are still a young girl
And you bought everything in style

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 Grandad
Had to sweat to buy

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 I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad
Had to sweat to buy
Buy, buy

They told me you missed school today
So I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad
Had to sweat to buy

Buy, buy