Handbags and Gladbags Songtext
von Rod Stewart

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin′ to reach the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing 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 poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy ya

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 once you think you′re in, you're out
But that don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy ya

Sing a song of six pence for your sake
And buy 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
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy ya

Oh yeah

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

Handbags and gladrags
And here′s Ron Wood