(L. Reed). And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrow's parties. A hand-me-down dress from who knows where. To all tomorrow's parties. . And where will she go and what shall she do. When midnight comes around. She'll turn once more to Sunday's gown. And cry behind the door. . And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrow's parties. Why silks and plumes of yesterday's gowns. To all tomorrow's parties. . And what shall she do with Thursday's rags. When Monday comes around. She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown. And cry behind the door. . And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrow's parties. For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown. For whom none will go mourning. . A blackened shroud a hand-me-down gown. Of rags and silks a costume. Fit for one who sits and cries. For all tomorrow's parties.