And what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesA hand-me-down dress from who knows whereTo all to
morrow's partiesAnd where will she go, and what shall she doWhen midnight comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clow
n and cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesWhy silks and linens of yesterda
y's gownsTo all tomorrow's partiesAnd what will she do with Thursday's ragsWhen Monday comes aroundShe'll turn once more to
Sunday's clown and cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesFor Thursday's chi
ld is Sunday's clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroudA hand-me-down gownOf rags and silks - a costumeFit f
or one who sits and criesFor all tomorrow's parties