Isn't it rich? Aren't we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, and you in mid-air
Where are the clowns.
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, and 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 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? Quick, 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 clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year.
Send In The Clowns chords (ver. 2) for piano
Judy Collins, Frank Sinatra (Stephen Sondheim)
From the musical "A Little Night Music"
Is - n't it rich? Aren't we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, and you in mid-air
Where are the clowns.
Is - n't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, and 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 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? Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Is - n't it rich? Is - n't it queer,
Los - ing my tim - ing this late, in my career?
But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year.