Lyrics - Send in The Clowns by 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

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