Send In The Clowns

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, send in the clowns Just when I'd stopped 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 Quick, send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here Oh Oh Oh Oh Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year Well, maybe next year Well, maybe next year