Track byJames Galway/Vincent Fanuele
isn't it rich aren't 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 stoppe dopening 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 but where are the clowns there ought to be clowns quick send in the clowns what a surprise who could foresee I've come to feel about you what you felt about me why only now when I see that you've drifted away what a surprise what a clich & eacute isn't it rich, isn't it queer losing my timing this late in my career and where are the clowns quick send in the clowns dont bother they're here