Send In The Clowns

Send In The Clowns - Johnny Hartman

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 knowing the one

That I wanted was yours

Making my entrance

Again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines

But no one is there

Don't you love farce

My fault I fear

I thought that you'd want what I want

So sorry my dear

And where are the clowns

Quick send in the clowns

Don't bother they're here

Now isn't it rich isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late is my career

And where are the clowns

There are to be the clowns

Well may be next year

Where the clowns are there or to be clowns

But may be next year