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G A7 D G A7 D Isn't it rich? Are we a pair, A7 D A7 D D7 G Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air? 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 clowns. Bridge: C#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 year.
Written by Stephen Sondheim, 1973
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