Send In The Clowns

　　Send In The Clowns - Bing Crosby

　　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

　　But 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 was 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 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

　　And where are the clowns there ought to be clowns

　　Well maybe next year