Send in the Clowns

	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