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Lyrics
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 a farce?
My fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns?
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
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Information
As made famous by Frank Sinatra
Original songwriter : Stephen Sondheim
Any reproduction is prohibited
This title is a cover of Send in the Clowns as made famous by Frank Sinatra









