Send In the Clowns (Live)

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 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
Where are the clowns
There ought to be 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



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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