Andy Warhol - All Tomorrow's Parties lyrics

[Chorus] And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties? [Verse 1] 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 clown And cry behind the door [Chorus] And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties? [Verse 2] Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all 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 [Chorus] And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties? [Verse 3] 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