Send In the Clowns (Live)

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

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Just when I 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

Where are the clowns

There ought to be 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

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year