I’m done dressing up for you, I’m done dressing up for you
So long I’m done, I’m done dressing up for you

You gave me a golden crown, you gave me a golden crown
Sometimes a golden crown just wears a person down
I’m done dressing up for you…

You say those people are your friends, you say those people are your friends
Where those people gonna be when the party ends
I’m done dressing up for you…

Go get yourself a pretty new wife, get yourself a pretty new wife
I’ll walk out that door and get myself a life
I’m done dressing up for you…

An original fiddle tune based on the Purim story, specifically a midrash that when the King commanded Queen Vashti to appear at his feast wearing her royal crown, he really meant for her to wear nothing but her royal crown. (Vashti – Book of Esther 1)