Send In The Clowns

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

Isn't it rich

Are we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

And you in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss

Don't you approve

One who keeps tearing around

And one who can't move

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Just when I'd stopped opening doors

Finally finding the one

That I wanted was yours

Making my entrance

Again with my usual flair so

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

I'm sorry my dear

And where are the clowns

There are to be the clowns

Maybe next year

Isn't it rich isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late is my career

And where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Don't bother they're here