Send In the Clowns - Susan Boyle
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
Send in the 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 farce
My fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns there all to be clowns
Send in the clowns
Won't a surprise
Oh come for sales
I can't feel about you what you feel about me
I only know what did I say that drift about your way
What a surpise what a condition
Isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns sending the clowns
