歌手:Judy Collins
专辑:《Forever - An Anthology》

作词 : Stephen Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

You in mid-air..

Where are 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 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!

And where are the clowns

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, maybe next year.