Frank Sinatra - "Send In The Clownsfs" lyrics

Isn't it rich' Are we a pair -
Me here at last on the ground, you in midair'
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' 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'
Where are the clowns' There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.