Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich,are we a pair

Me here at last on the ground -you in mid-air

Where are the clowns

Isn't it bliss,don't you approve

One who keeps tearing around -one who can't move

Where are the clowns -there ought to be clowns

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 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

But where are the clowns -there ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year