Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair

Me here at last in the ground, and you in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve

One who keeps tearing around, and one who can't move

Well where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors,

Finally knowing, the one that I wanted was yours

Don't you like farce, my fault I fear

I thought that you wanted what I wanted, sorry my dear

But where are the clowns

Quick, send in the clowns

Making my entrance with unusual flair,

Sure of my lines but no one is there

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer,

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year