Barbra Streisand - Send in the clowns
Tekst en muziek: Stephen Sondheim
(1986)






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 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 ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns



What a surprise
Who could foresee
I’ve come to feel about you what you felt about me
Why only now, when I see that you’ve drifted away
What a surprise, what a cliché



Isn’t it rich
Isn’t it queer
Losing my timing this late
In my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here









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