Written by Stephen Sondheim
G A7 D G A7 D Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair A7 D A7 D D7 G Me here at last on the ground, and you in midair Em7 G D Em7 G D Send in the clowns G A7 D G A7 D Isn't it bliss, don't you approve A7 D A7 D D7 G One who keeps tearing around, and one who can't move Em7 G D Em7 G A7 D But where are the clowns, send in the clownsC#7 F#m7 Bm7 F#m7 Just when I stopped opening doors C#7 F#m7 Bm7 F#m7 Bm7 Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours F#m E7 F#m7 E7 Making my entrance again with my usual flair Bm7 F#m7 Em7 A7 Sure of my lines no one is there G A7 D G A7 D Don't you love farce, my fault, I fear A7 D A7 D D7M D7 G I thought that you'd want what I want sorry my dear Em7 G A7 Em7 G A7 D But where are the clowns, quick, send in the clowns Em7 G A7 D Don't bother, they're here G A7 D G A7 D Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer A7 D A7 D D7M D7 G Losing my timing this late in my career Em7 G A7 Em7 G A7 D But where are the clowns, there ought to be clowns Em7 G A7 D Well, maybe next yearBridge:
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