Send In the Clowns

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?

There ought to be 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.

And where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns.

Don't bother, they're here.

Songwriters

STEPHEN SONDHEIMPublished by

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