Send In the Clowns (2015)
[Verse 1: Judy Collins]
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?
[Verse 2: Don McLean, Judy Collins & Don McLean]
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
[Bridge: Don McLean, Judy Collins, Judy Collins & Don McLean]
Just when I'd stopped (Just when I stopped)
Opening doors (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
[Verse 3: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins]
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But wherе are the clowns?
Quick, send in thе clowns
Don't bother, they're here
[Verse 4: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins, Don McLean]
Da da, da da da da (Ooh)
Da da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
[Verse 5: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins, Don McLean]
Isn't it rich? (Isn't it rich?)
Isn't it queer (Isn't it queer)
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year...
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?
[Verse 2: Don McLean, Judy Collins & Don McLean]
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
[Bridge: Don McLean, Judy Collins, Judy Collins & Don McLean]
Just when I'd stopped (Just when I stopped)
Opening doors (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
[Verse 3: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins]
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But wherе are the clowns?
Quick, send in thе clowns
Don't bother, they're here
[Verse 4: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins, Don McLean]
Da da, da da da da (Ooh)
Da da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da
[Verse 5: Judy Collins & Don McLean, Judy Collins, Don McLean]
Isn't it rich? (Isn't it rich?)
Isn't it queer (Isn't it queer)
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year...