Send in the Clowns
by Judy Collins

Isn't it rich
are we a pair
me here at last on the ground
you in mid-air

Where are the clowns

Isn't it bliss
don't you approve
one who keeps tearing around
one who can't move

Where are the clowns
there ought to be clowns

Just when I'd stopped
opening doors
finally knowing the one
that I wanted was yours
making my entrance again
with my usual flare
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
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 out to be clowns
well, maybe next year
Lyrics submitted by C Kelly Collins.