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?

Send in the clownsJust 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 thereDon'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

There ought to be clowns

Send in the clownsWhat a surprise, one could foresee

I've come to feel about you

What you felt about me

Why only now, when I see

You've drifted away

What a surprise

What a clicheIsn't it rich?

Isn't it queer?

Losing my timing, this late in my career

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Don't bother there here

Songwriters

SONDHEIM, STEPHENPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.