Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air
Send in 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 line
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?
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here

What a surprise
Who could foresee?
I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me?
Why only now I see that you've drifted away?
What a surprise
What a cliché

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



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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