Send in the Clown Lyrics
| Song | Send in the Clown |
| Artist | Carol Kidd |
| Album | Auld Lang Syne |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : S. Sondheim | |
| Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair | |
| Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air | |
| But where are 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 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 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 - there ought to be clowns | |
| Well maybe next year |
| zuo qu : S. Sondheim | |
| Isn' t it rich, aren' t we a pair | |
| Me here at last on the ground and you in midair | |
| But where are 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 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 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 there ought to be clowns | |
| Well maybe next year |
| zuò qǔ : S. Sondheim | |
| Isn' t it rich, aren' t we a pair | |
| Me here at last on the ground and you in midair | |
| But where are 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 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 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 there ought to be clowns | |
| Well maybe next year |
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