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'd 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? Quick, 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?
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
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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'd 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? Quick, 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?
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
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'd 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? Quick, 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?
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.