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 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 here
Compositor: Stephen Sondheim (Nido Esteban Ria) (ASCAP)Editor: Revelation Music AgPublicado em 1994 (18/Abr) e lançado em 1994 (01/Mai)ECAD verificado obra #44639 e fonograma #576894 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM