Chris Farlowe - Handbags and Gladrags lyrics

Ever seen a blind man cross the road Try'na make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old Try'na make herself a bride 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 I thought All I had to do was smile So listen all you young girls Who bought everything that's in style Cause once you think you're in, you're out For you don't mean a thing without The handbags and the gladrags That your grandad had to sweat, so you could buy Sing a song of sixpence for your sake And take a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake 'em all in a pie They told me you missed school today So I suggest you just throw away The handbags and the gladrags That your grandad had to sweat, so you could buy And 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