Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Try'na make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Try'na 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 grandads had to sweat so you could buy?
Oh Lord
Once I was a young girl and all I thought
I thought that all I had to do was smile,
So listen all you young girls,
Who thought, you thought you bought it all in style.
Hmmm yeah.
Once you think that you're in, you're out,
and you don't mean a thing without,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your grandads had to sweat so you could buy.
Buy. Oh yeah.
A-sing a song of sixpence for your sake,
And take a bottle full of rye,
Oh, keep on talkin' 'bout a
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake,
And bake them all into a pie, oh-
They told me you left school today,
May I suggest you just throw it all away, yeah
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your grandads had to sweat so you could buy.
(The handbags and the gladrags that your grandads had to sweat)
Throw away the handbags
Chuck away the handbags
Throw away the handbags