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 bourne 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    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    these lyrics are submitted by Jerwin Renzo "Jecko" Oreiro