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 a 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'd 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 cliche 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 hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
