Send in the Clowns Songtext
von Ray Conniff

Isn′t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
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?
There ought to be clowns
Just where I'd stop
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
Sod him, 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 time in this lane
In my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year