Ever see a blind man cross the road

Trying to make the other side

Ever see 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

'Cos 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 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 what I suggest you just throw them all away

The handbags and the gladrags

That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy

Oh oh

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