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
