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 in this late in my career? And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns, well, maybe next yearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
