Tác giả: Judy Collins
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 turning 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 as 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 surprise
Who could foresee
I've come to feel about you
What you felt about me
Why only now when I see that
You've driffted away
What a surprise
What a cliche
Isn't it rich
Isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And we are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here;
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 turning 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 as 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 surprise
Who could foresee
I've come to feel about you
What you felt about me
Why only now when I see that
You've driffted away
What a surprise
What a cliche
Isn't it rich
Isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And we are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here;