Handbags and Gladrags Songtext
von Jon English

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin′ to make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growin' old
Tryin′ 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 I thought all I had to do was smile
You are still a young girl
And you bought everything in style


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 poor old Grandad had to sweat to 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 I suggest you just throw them them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy
Buy, buy

Oh, oh
Throw them all away

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 Grandad had to sweat to buy


Buy, buy