Lyric All Tomorrow s Parties

(L. Reed)

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


And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She ll turn once more to Sunday s gown
And cry behind the door


And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow s parties
Why silks and plumes of yesterday s gowns
To all tomorrow s parties


And 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
For Thursday s child is Sunday s clown
For whom none will go mourning


A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow s parties