Handbags & Gladrags Lyrics

Rod Stewart Handbags & Gladrags

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.
But 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.

Hmm hmm...

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,
Your handbags and your gladrags
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy.
Oh, oooh,
Oh, oooh, oh...

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...
Hmm...