Send In The Clowns
By Stephen Sondheim

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.

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.

From the Diary of Brian Williams
God, this Republican crew; I know I’m supposed to be even handed and not be the opposite to Fox News, but how do you take these guys with a straight face. Romney can’t figure out if he’s rich with a quarter of a billion dollars. Newt Gingrich is a family value guy with his devoted catholic wife who cheated with him for six years. Ron Paul is there with his message and crazy base. Santorum is gaining round. Everybody says he’s sincere, but sincere about what? I mean, someone should put a tent over this circus. My wife says I use the phrase “you can’t make this up” too much so let me make up a new one “can anyone be this crazy without a tutor”?

Brian drifts off and dreams to the tune of Send In The Clouds…


Mitt’s not sure he’s rich
Newt dumped a pair
Santorum’s gaining much ground
Ron Paul’s still there
They blend in as clowns

Can you believe this?
Who could approve
They keep standing on old ground
Stuff no one can prove
So here are the clowns
They blend in as clowns

Ain’t this some farce
They work on fear
You must want what they want
Or hear their jeers
Here are our clowns
The GOP clowns
The danger is near

They’re all for the rich
They’ll use the queers
But with so many strange debates
There’s only more fears
So do fear the clowns
Beware of the clowns
They’re already here