Handbags & 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've bourne 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 'em 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 you



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 you