Isn't it rich aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
and you in mid air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around
and one who can't move
But where are the clowns
send in the clowns
Just when I stopped
opening doors
Finally finding 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
a 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
And where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year