"Send in the Clowns"
from the musical A Little Night Music (1973)
lyrics and music by Stephen Sondheim

Isn't it rich
Aren't 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
There ought to be clowns
Quick, send in the clowns

What a surprise
Who could foresee
I 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
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here

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