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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.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Very Best Of Roger Whittaker
- Best Of Roger Whittaker - Ultimative Hits
- Musical: Hits!
- Sometimes Late at Night
- Einfach leben - Best of - Live um die Welt
- Pop Masters: From The People - Live-reworked
- The Best, Live! (Live)
- The Last Farewell In Concert
- All Of My Life
- The Best, Live!
- The Best of Roger Whittaker
- 24 Golden Hits
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Volume 2
- The Very Best Of
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Vol. 2
- Raritäten
- Very Best Of - Volume 2
- Take a Little - Give a Little
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