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'd stoppedOpening doors,Finally knowingThe one that I wanted was yours,Making my entrance againWith 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.But where are the clowns?There ought to be clowns.Quick, send in the clowns.
What a surprise.Who could forseeI'd come to feel about youWhat you'd felt about me?Why only now when i seeThat you'd drifted away?What a surprise.What a cliche'.
Isn't it rich?Isn't it queer?Losing my timing this lateIn my career?And where are the clowns?Quick, send in the clowns.Don't bother - they're here.