Sondheim’s most beloved song, sung by his greatest interpreter. Its rueful tone, rather than fear, seems to fit this absurd election year:
Isn’t it rich? Are they a pair?
Hillary’s feet on the ground,
Trump in midair?
Where are the clowns?
Sondheim’s most beloved song, sung by his greatest interpreter. Its rueful tone, rather than fear, seems to fit this absurd election year:
Isn’t it rich? Are they a pair?
Hillary’s feet on the ground,
Trump in midair?
Where are the clowns?
