Judy Collins - Send in the clowns
Tekst en muziek: Stephen Sondheim
(1975)






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 are 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 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









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