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 she gonna do When midnight comes around She 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 Linens and silks of last night's gowns To all tomorrow´s parties And what will 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 partiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.