Send In the Clowns
Isn't it rich, are we a pairMe here at last on the groundYou in mid-airSend in the clowns
Isn't it bliss, don't you approveOne who keeps tearing aroundOne who can't moveWhere are the clownsSend in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doorsFinally knowing the one that I wanted was yoursMaking my entrance again with my usual flairSure of my linesNo one is there
Don't you love farce,My fault I fear,I thought that you'd want what I want,Sorry, my dearBut where are the clownsThere ought to be clownsQuick, send in the clowns
What a surprise!Who could foreseeI'd come to feel about youWhat you felt about me!Why only now when I seeThat you've drifted away?What a surpise…What a cliche…
Isn't it rich, isn't it queerLosing my timing this late in my careerAnd where are the clownsQuick, send in the clownsDon't bother, they're here