Isn't it richAre we a pairMe here at last on the groundYou in midairWhere are the cloudsIsn't it blissDon't you approveOne who keeps Terry roundOne who can't moveBut where are the cloudsSend in the cloudsJust when I'd stoppedOpening doorsFinally knowingThe one that I wantedWas yoursMaking my entrance againWith my usual flairSure of my linesNo one is thereDon't you approveDon't you love a farceMy fault I fearI thought that you'd want what I wantSorry, my dearBut where are the cloudsQuick, send in the cloudsDon't botherThey're hereDon't botherIsn't it richIsn't it queerLosing my timingThis late in my careerBut where are the cloudsThere ought to be cloudsThere ought to be cloudsBut where are the cloudsThere aren't cloudsWell, maybeNow isn't it the bestYearSo twoThat it would beNo big dealFringingSo of a bugGet a mealMr. Russell Walden, you have been an amazing audience, you have been such a wonderful audience.