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)

[Repeat *]