Send In The Clowns (Live At The Mark Hellinger Theatre, New York, Ny - November 1977)

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
And you in mid-air

But where are the clowns?
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've stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, but no one is there

Don't you love farce?
It's my fault, I fear
You know, I thought that you'd want what I want
I'm sorry, my dear

But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing, misleading my career

But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns

Don't bother, because they are here
They are here
Maybe next year