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Send out the Clowns
(To the tune of Send In The Clowns featured in A Little Night Music)
Lyrics by Michael Stein
Isn’t this rich?
Really the most?
Me in some suburban town;
You at the Post.
Send out the clowns.
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t I amuse?
One keeps on trying to win;
One says: “You lose”.
Where are my clowns?
Send out the clowns.
Each week I’d start
Writing each line
Always convinced that the one that you wanted was mine
Making my entries again with my usual flair
Checking my mail –
Nothing was there.
We both love a farce.
That much is clear.
I thought that you’d want what I wrote –
Sorry, my dear.
Still, where are my clowns?
Send out the clowns.
Why aren’t they right here?
Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
I’m losing time after time
It’s my career.
Where are the clowns?
I ought to have clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
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