Stephen Sondheim - Send In The Clowns Lyrics
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 stoppedOpening doors,Finally knowingThe one that I wanted was yours,Making my entrance againWith 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.And 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 this lateIn my career?And where are the clowns?There ought to be clowns.Well, maybe next year . . .