[Verse 1]
What costume shall a poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
Hand-me-down gown from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
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

[Verse 2]
What costume shall a poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
Why silks and shreds 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

[Verse 3]
What costume shall a poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
Blackened shroud, hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and criеs
At all tomorrow's parties