Send in the Clowns
Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around one who can't move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is there
Don't you love farce? My fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns, don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing in this late in my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns, well, maybe next year
Writer/s: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
