Send in the Clowns Songtext
von Teresa Brewer

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

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