(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
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