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

And, 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

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

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