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Send In The Clowns - John Rowles

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

I'm sorry my dear

Where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Don't bother they're here

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

But no one is there

Isn't it rich

And isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

Where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Well maybe next year