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,Ma falut 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 surprise...What a cliche...
Isn´t it rich, isn´t it queerLosing my timing this latein my careerAnd where are the clownsQuick send in the clownsDon´t bother, they´re here