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?
There ought to be 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
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
compositores: Stephen Sondheim
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