Send In The Clowns
- Frank Sinatra Jr.
Isn't it rich aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
And you in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around
And one who can't move
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
So sure of my lines
Then nobody's 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
There ought to be clowns
Maybe next year
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
Don't bother they're here
