Send In The Clowns

Is-n't it rich?

Are we a pair?

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

Send in the clowns

Is-n'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

Is-n't it rich?

Is-n't it queer?

Losing my timing this late in my career

But where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year