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 When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And where will she go and what shall she be And what costume shall the poor girl wear And cry behind the door To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns When Monday comes around And what will she do with Thursday's rags And cry behind the door She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And what costume shall the poor girl wear For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown To all tomorrow's parties For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume It's fine for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties This song was originally performed by the Velvet Underground
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