Rod Stewart - Handbags & Gladrags lyrics
[Rod Stewart - Handbags & Gladrags lyrics]
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? 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 don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat
So you could buy ooh
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, baby
Bye, bye
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? 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 don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat
So you could buy ooh
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, baby
Bye, bye