All Tomorrow's Parties (7" Version)

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

Where will she go?

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?

The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown

To all tomorrow's parties

What shall 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?

Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

From whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud

A hand-me-down gown of rags and silks, her costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties