Karaoké Send in the Clowns Frank Sinatra

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 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 a farce?

My fault I fear

I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear

But 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

Where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year