Lyrics

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 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 the farce My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry my dear But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother they're here Isn't it rich Isn't it clear Losing my timing this late In my career Where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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