Send In The Clowns

(álbum: Send In The Clowns - 1974)

Isn't it rich?
Aren't 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, I stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I really wanted was yours
Making my entrance again and 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

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
They are all to be clowns
Well, may be next year, isn't it rich?
I'll repair, isn't it rich?