Send in the Clowns Songtext
von The Mystic Moods Orchestra

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
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one
That I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again


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
Don't bother, they′re here
Isn't it rich, isn′t it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year