Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Aren't we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground

You in midair

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 openin' doors

Finally knowin' 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, maybe next year, isn't it rich?

I'll repair; isn't it rich?