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 [Am7]yours,
Making my [A]entɾance again
With my [A]usual flair,
Sure of my [A]lines,
No one is there.
Don't you [A7love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my [A]dear.
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it ɾich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my [A]timing this late
In my [A]career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to [C7]be [Am]clowns.
Well, maybe [Am]next year
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