Send in the Clowns

Send In The Clowns - Frank Sinatra (法蘭克·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

But where are the clowns Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines nobody's there

Don't you love a farce My fault I fear

I thought that you'd want what I want

I'm sorry my dear

But where are the clowns

Send in the 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 all to be the clowns

Well maybe next year