Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in midair
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
And the 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, but no one is there

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought you'd want what I want
So sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, 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?
And though, where are the clowns?
They ought to be clowns

Don't bother, they're here
Where are the clowns?
They ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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