Hello, well you're all dressed up in your glad rag's ain'tcha, ah? Aw, but tomorrow they may turn to sad rags You poor little glad rag doll Aw, you're admired, and you're desired by all lovers, but they soon grow tired You poor little glad rag doll Say, you're, you're just a pretty toy that they like to play with Ah, but you're not the kind of a gal that they'd like to grow old and grey with No, no, but listen Don't make this the end dear Why, it's never too late to mend dear Aw, you poor little glad rag doll