Send in the Clowns - Frank Sinatra

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

Sure of my lines — nobody 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 — 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 — send in the clowns

Well maybe next year