Isn't it rich?

Are 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

One who can't move

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns



Just when I 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 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 there

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