Testo della canzone Send In The Clownsfs di Frank Sinatra
Album: Non Album Tracks
Isn’t it rich? Are we a pair –
Me here at last on the ground, you in midair?
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’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 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?
Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year