Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarah Vaughan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Sondheim
Songwriter
Lyrics
Isn't it rich?
Aren't 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 'round
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
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
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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