Send in the Clowns

Copycat...and a tribute to a genius.

Isn't it rich?
Are 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.
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?
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.

Recently, Doug compiled a tape of various covers of "Send in the Clowns" for a friend of his. I wonder if Manfred Mann's version was on it.

You should hear Tom Jones' version. Or perhaps not. :-)

it just has 'clowns' in the lyrics. ;)

Was the only one I could think of. Otherwise, thinking of clowns always brings me down to 'Grock,' the famous Swiss clown who made this little anecdote even more famous when he was visiting a psychiatrist in London for his depressions (unmasked, of course), the psychiatrist told him that he needs to go out and have a laugh. Then he suggested he goes and sees 'Grock' performing, this will make him laugh for sure.
The little tight Swiss guy took his hat and shook hands with the psychiatrist and said: "Thanks. But I'm Grock."

not even songs about clowns!

Say hi to Pogo!

Let's NOT send Pogo in. :scared:

EVIL I say!

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My eyes! Make it stop.

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