Ever seen a blind man cross the road trying to make the other side?
Ever 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 of the handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy?

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 listen.
But once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without the handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy.

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,
Your handbags and your gladrags
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy.

They told me you missed school today,
So I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy ya.