Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Judy Collins
Interprète
Cissy Houston
Chœurs
Denver Collins
Chœurs
Eunice Peterson
Chœurs
Steve Goodman
Chœurs
Sylvia Shemwell
Chœurs
Tony Levin
Basse
Stephen Gadd
Batterie
Paul Griffin
Orgue
Eric Weissberg
Guitare
Hugh McCracken
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stephen Sondheim
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Tunick
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Arif Mardin
Production
Paroles
Isn't it rich, are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid air
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I stop opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my light
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
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
They ought to be clowns
Well,maybe next year
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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