Song | Send in the Clowns |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | Ol' Blue Eyes Is Back |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Stephen Sondheim Music:Stephen Sondheim Arranger:Gordon Jenkins | |
Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair | |
Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air | |
Send in the clowns | |
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve | |
One who keeps tearing around - and one who can't move | |
But where are the clowns - send in the clowns | |
Just when I stopped opening doors | |
Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours | |
Making my entrance again with my usual flair | |
Sure of my lines - nobody there | |
Don't you love a 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 | |
But where are the clowns - send in the clowns | |
Well maybe next year |
Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim Music: Stephen Sondheim Arranger: Gordon Jenkins | |
Isn' t it rich, aren' t we a pair | |
Me here at last on the ground and you in midair | |
Send in the clowns | |
Isn' t it bliss, don' t you approve | |
One who keeps tearing around and one who can' t move | |
But where are the clowns send in the clowns | |
Just when I stopped opening doors | |
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours | |
Making my entrance again with my usual flair | |
Sure of my lines nobody there | |
Don' t you love a 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 | |
But where are the clowns send in the clowns | |
Well maybe next year |
Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim Music: Stephen Sondheim Arranger: Gordon Jenkins | |
Isn' t it rich, aren' t we a pair | |
Me here at last on the ground and you in midair | |
Send in the clowns | |
Isn' t it bliss, don' t you approve | |
One who keeps tearing around and one who can' t move | |
But where are the clowns send in the clowns | |
Just when I stopped opening doors | |
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours | |
Making my entrance again with my usual flair | |
Sure of my lines nobody there | |
Don' t you love a 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 | |
But where are the clowns send in the clowns | |
Well maybe next year |