(Michael D'Abo)
Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other sideEver 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 ofThe handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buyBabyOnce I was a young man
and all I thought I had to do was smileYou are still a young girl
and you bought everything in styleListenBut once you think you're in you're out
'cause you don't mean a single thing withoutthe handbags and the gladrags
that your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Sing a song of six-pence for your sakeAnd take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cakeAnd bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all awaythe handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy
They told me you missed school todaySo I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladragsthat your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy ya