All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties?

Hand-me-downs from who knows where

To all tomorrow's parties

What will she do, where shall she go

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?

Silks and frills of yesterday's gowns

To all tomorrow's parties

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

For all tomorrow's parties

For all tomorrow's parties

For all tomorrow's parties