Stephen Sondheim - Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

You're 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 start

Opening doors,

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,

Making my entrance again

With my usual flair,

Sure of my lies,

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!

And 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…