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 Coz 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 sixpence 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