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 clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall

the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and linens

of yesterday'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