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 force?
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 this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year[1]
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http://www.sosnicka.com/teksty/send-in-the-clowns |