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SEND IN THE CLOWNS - Stephen Sondheim

Isn't it rich?
Aren't 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?
Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped...
Opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted...
Was yours
Making my enterance again
With my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought 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?
Ooh, 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