All Tomorow's Parties Lyrics - Icehouse

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 clown 

And cry behind the door 

And what costume shall the poor girl wear 

To all tomorrow's parties 

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 

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