Send In The Clowns
Barbra Streisand
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 and one who can’t move. But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns. Bridge: 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? 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? But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns. Well maybe next year.