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? There ought to be 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 in my career



But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns



Well, maybe next year