Text: Stereophonics. Handbags And 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 off
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Granddad 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 borne everything in a style

So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Granddad 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 again
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 you

They told me you missed school again
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 you

(Merci a Lucie pour cettes paroles)