Send In The Clown

Send In The Clown - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Isn't it rich aren't we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

You in mid-air

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 opening doors

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines nobody is there

Don't you love farce My fault I hear

I thought that you'd want what I want

Sorry my dear but where are the clowns

There ought to be 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 There ought to be clowns

Don't bother they're here