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
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss
Don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around
One whocan'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 thatyou'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't botherthey're here
What a surprise
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you what you’ d felt about me
Why only now when I see thatyou've drifted away
What a surprise, what a clichÉ
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