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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Millicent Martin
Chant
Tim Higgs
Piano
Stuart Pedlar
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stephen Sondheim
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Thomas Z. Shepard
Production
Mike Ross
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
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 stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with 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?
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?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Written by: Stephen Sondheim


