Isn t it rich, aren t we a pair
Me here at last on the ground – and you in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn t it bliss, don t you approve
One who keeps tearing around – and one who can t move
But where are the clowns – send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted – was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
So sure of my lines – then nobody s there
Don t you love a farce; my fault, I fear
I thought that you d want what I want – I m sorry my dear
But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Maybe next year.
Isn t it rich, isn t it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns – send in the clowns
Don t bother, they re here.
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Categorias: Letras Frank Sinatra
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