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 [bad word] 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 

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