This is a song about a couple of adult people Who have spent, oh, quite a long time together Till one day one of 'em gets restless and decides to leave Whether it's the man or woman who left is unimportant It's a breakup It's a lovely marriage of words and music Written by Stephen Sondheim Isn't it rich? Are 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's there Don't you love a farce? My fault, I fearI 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
This is a song about a couple of adult people Who have spent, oh, quite a long time together Till one day one of 'em gets restless and decides to leave Whether it's the man or woman who left is unimportant It's a breakup It's a lovely marriage of words and music Written by Stephen Sondheim Isn't it rich? Are 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's there Don't you love a farce? My fault, I fearI 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
