Send In The Clowns Songtext
von Karin Bloemen

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'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 want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don′t bother, they're here

What a surprise
Who could foresee
I′d come to feel about you
What you'd felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you drifted away?
What a surprise
What a cliché

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
Now, maybe next year