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
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

Once I was a young man,
And all I thought I had to do was smile
So listen all you young girls,
Who have bought everything that's in style
'Cos 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 six-pence 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