Send In The Clowns

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 Bridge Just when I 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 Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year