(Originally written and recorded by The Velvet Underground.)

And what costume shall that poor girls 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 clown
And cry behinds the door

And what costume shall that poor girls wear
To all tomorrow´s parties
Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns´
To all tomorrow´s parties

And what will she do with yesterday´s rags
When Monday comes around
She´ll turn once more to Sunday´s clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall that poor girls 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 ans silks, a costume
Fit for the one who sits and cries
For all tomoroow´s parties