(Originally written and recorded by The Velvet Underground.)



And what costume shall that poor girls wear

To all tomorrows parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrows parties

And where will she go and what shall she do

When midnight comes around

Shell turn once more to Sundays clown

And cry behinds the door



And what costume shall that poor girls wear

To all tomorrows parties

Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns

To all tomorrows parties



And what will she do with yesterdays rags

When Monday comes around

Shell turn once more to Sundays clown

And cry behind the door



And what costume shall that poor girls wear

To all tomorrows parties

For Thursdays child is Sundays clown

For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags ans silks, a costume

Fit for the one who sits and cries

For all tomoroows parties