♪ ♪ And what costume shall the poor girl wear? ♪ ♪ To our tomorrow's parties ♪ ♪ A hand-me-down dress from who knows where ♪ ♪ To our 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 our tomorrow's parties ♪ ♪ Why, silks and linens of yesterday's gowns ♪ ♪ To our 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 our tomorrow's parties ♪ ♪ For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown ♪ ♪ For moonlight will go morning ♪ ♪ Blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown ♪ Of rags and silks, a costume ♪ ♪ Fit for one who sits and cries ♪ For our tomorrow's parties ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪