A 1929 popular song.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Dan Dougherty and Milton Ager.
Song suggested by Laurence Rubenstein.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Little painted lady with your lovely clothes
Where are you bound for, may I ask?
What your diamonds cost you, ev’rybody knows
All the world can see behind your mask
Chorus
All dolled up in glad rags
Tomorrow may turn to sad rags
They call you Glad Rag Doll
Admired, desired
By lovers who soon grow tired
Poor little Glad Rag Doll
You’re just a pretty toy they like to play with
You’re not the kind they choose to grow old and gray with
Don’t make this the end, dear
It’s never too late to mend, dear
Poor little Glad Rag Doll
- All this glare and glitter, all your tinseled toys
What will they lead to in the end?
Memories so bitter of regretted joys
And a world without a single friend
Sung here by Fred Feild: