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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 (bliss = Glück)
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
Don't you love a farce,
My fault I fear,
I thought that you'd wanted what I wanted
Sorry my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Making my entrance with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
no one is there
(What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you've drifted away?
What a surprise...
What a cliché...)
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
There are to be clowns
But maybe next year
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 (bliss = Glück)
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
Don't you love a farce,
My fault I fear,
I thought that you'd wanted what I wanted
Sorry my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Making my entrance with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
no one is there
(What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you've drifted away?
What a surprise...
What a cliché...)
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
There are to be clowns
But maybe next year