Lyrics

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid air
Send in the clowns
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?
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I really 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
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I really wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is there
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career?
Where are the clowns?
Where are the clowns?
It's plain to see, the laugh's on me
So, get the gooniest goons
Find the looniest loons
Call the silly buffoons
Send in the clowns
Send those clowns
Written by: Stephen Sondheim
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