Send In The Clowns sing and play along

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

you in midair...

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 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?

My fault, 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 sur prise!

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 cliché...

Isn't it rich,

isn't it queer,

losing my timing this late want.

in my career?

And where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns.

Quick, send in the clowns.

What a surclowns.

Don't bother, they're here.