peter criss
send in the clowns
Isn't it rich? Aren't 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 But 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 was 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, quick send in the clowns Don't bother they're here, oh oh oh  Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year Well, maybe next year Well, maybe next year