Send in the Clowns Songtext

von Olivia Newton-John

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 stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was your
Making my entrance again, with my usual flair
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'd want
Sorry, my dear!
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.

What a surprise! Who could foresee
I've 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 cliché

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year