3 acessos
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 aroundand one who can't move
But where are the clowns send in the clowns
Just when I stopped - opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my linesnobody's there
Don't you love a 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 clownssend in the clowns
Well maybe next year