Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

You in mid-air..

Where are 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

send in the clowns

don't bother, they're here

isn't it rich,isn't it queer

losing my timing this late is my career

But where are the clowns

There are to be the clowns

Well maybe next year