Send in the Clowns lyrics

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?

There ought to be clowns.

Quick, send in the clowns.

What a surprise.

Who could forsee

I'd come to feel about you

What you'd felt about me?

Why only now when i see

That you'd 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 here.

• Artist:Frank Sinatra
• Album:The Complete Reprise Studio Recordings - Disc 17 (1995)