Lyrics: Send In The Clowns
Album: Very Good Years
Artist: Frank Sinatra
 

Writer(s): sondheim

Isn’t it rich, aren’t 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 there

Don’t you love a 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
But where are the clowns – send in the clowns
Well maybe next year