Handbags and 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 them all away The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy Buy, buy Oh, oh Throw them all away 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