Send in the Clowns

Send in the Clowns - Goran Fristorp/Martin Best

Isn't it rich

Are 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'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

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 is my career

And where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year