| Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
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| Trying to make the other side.
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| Ever seen a young girl growing old,
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| Trying to make herself a bride.
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| And what becomes of you my love,
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| When they have finally stripped you of,
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| The handbags and the gladrags,
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| That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy.
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| Once I was a young man,
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| And all I thought I had to do was smile.
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| So listen all you young girls,
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| Who have bought everything that’s in style.
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| 'Cos once you think you’re in you’re out,
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| For you don’t mean a thing without,
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| The handbags and the gladrags,
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| That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy.
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| Sing a song of six-pence for your sake,
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| And take a bottle full of rye.
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| Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake,
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| And bake 'em all in a pie.
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| They told me you missed school today,
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| So I suggest you just throw away,
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| The handbags and the gladrags,
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| That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy.
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| And what becomes of you my love,
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| When they have finally stripped you of,
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| The handbags and the gladrags,
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| That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy. |