Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around?
One who can't move?
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be 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?
Quick, 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
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around?
One who can't move?
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be 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?
Quick, 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
We watched Fusion Dance company put on a performance Dec 4th at the Mall of Abilene. It was so beautiful, I was moved to tears. This song has rich meaning and is tragically beautiful. The dancers did a wonderful job.
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