Desireé:
Isn't it rich?
Are 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.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening door,
finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my enterance 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?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well,may be next year.
Judy Collins - Send In The Clowns
