Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin' to reach the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Tryin' to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the glad rags
That your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy you

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
But once you think you're in, you're out
But that don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the glad rags
That your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
About a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
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 glad rags
That your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy you
Oh yeah

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest, you just throw them all away
The handbags and the glad rags
That your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy you

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Writer(s): Michael D'abo