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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.
And 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
- Album:
- Sommerdansen 2015
- Miscellaneous
- And I Thought About You
- For Trane
- Charade (Remastered)
- Stairway to the Stars (Remastered)
- How Sweet It Is to Be in Love (Remastered)
- All of Me - The Debonair Mr. Hartman (Original Recording)...
- Songs From the Heart
- Complete Gus Wildi Recordings
- The Complete Gus Wildi Recordings
- 50+ Royal Classics
- Songs from the Heart + 6
- Sings the Standard
- Top 75 Classics - The Very Best of Johnny Hartman
- Famous Hits
- Golden Hits By Johnny Hartman
- Songs from the Heart (Remastered 2013)
- Classics by Johnny Hartman
- Thank You for Everything