Send in the Clowns Songtext
von Victor Fields

Isn′t it rich, aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air
Send in the clowns

Isn′t it bliss, don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around - and one who can't move
But where are the clowns - send in the clowns


Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines - nobody there

Don′t you love a farce; my fault I fear
I thought that you′d want what I want - sorry my dear
But where are the clowns - 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
But where are the clowns - send in the clowns
Well maybe next year