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! But where are the clowns 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 But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year
Just think of all the poverty, the hatred and the lies And imagine the destruction of all that you despise Slowly from the ashes the phoenix will arise In a brave new world With just a handful of men We'll start all over again... Brave New World (Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds) I believed in the Aussies at first, so desperate was I to be free of Roland. Now we are free, and starting all over again. What a day
