Send in the Clowns Songtext
von Ann Burton

Isn′t it rich?
Aren't we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?

Isn′t it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns


Just when I start 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
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
Where are the clowns?
Well, maybe next year?