Ever seen a blind man cross the road
Tryin' to make 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 grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Baby - bye bye
Once I was a young man
And I thought, all I had to do was smile, baby
You are still a young girl
And you bought everything in style
But once you think you're in, you're out
'Cause you don't mean a thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Baby - bye bye
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 away
The handbags and the gladrags
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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?

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 ya?
Baby

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.
Listen
But once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you dont mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat so you could buy ya?

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 what I suggest: you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad had to sweat to buy.

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 granddad had to sweat to buy ya.

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 I thought all 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.

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

So what becomes of you my love?
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well, you are still a young girl
And you've bought everything in style

So 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 you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink 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 what I suggest, you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

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 Grandad had to sweat to buy you