Handbags And Gladrags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
Tryna make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old,
Tryna 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 Grandad had to sweat to buy you?
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 bought everything in style,
So once you think youre in, youre out,
Cause you dont 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 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,
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.