Handbags and gladrags

(Michael D'Abo) 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 Grandad had to sweat so you could buy Baby Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile You are still a young girl and you bought everything in style Listen But 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 Grandad had to sweat so you could 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 what I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy 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 Granddad had to sweat to buy ya