Handbags and Gladrags
Ever seen 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 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 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 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
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
