All Tomorrow’s Parties (Live - Tokyo)

This is a Velvet Underground song.

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 what shall she do and where will 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 ?

White 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

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