Isn't it rich
Are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in midair
Where are the clouds
Isn't it bliss
Don't you approve
One who keeps Terry round
One who can't move
But where are the clouds
Send in the clouds
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 approve
Don't you love a farce
My fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clouds
Quick, send in the clouds
Don't bother
They're here
Don't bother
Isn't it rich
Isn't it queer
Losing my timing
This late in my career
But where are the clouds
There ought to be clouds
There ought to be clouds


But where are the clouds
There aren't clouds
Well, maybe
Now isn't it the best







Year
So two
That it would be
No big deal


Fringing
So of a bug
Get a meal

Mr. Russell Walden, you have been an amazing audience, you have been such a wonderful audience.