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 yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there

Don’t you love farce
Ma falut I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns

What a surprise
Who could foresee
I’d come to feel about you
What you felt about me
Why only now when I see
That you’ve drifted away
What a surprise
What a cliche

Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer
Losing my timing this late
in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here
Tereza Kesovija

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