Isn't it rich, are we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

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'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 love farce,

My fault I fear,

I thought thar you'd want what I want

Sorry my dear

But where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Quick send in the clowns



What a surprise!

Who could foresee

I'd come to feel about you

What you felt about me?

Why only now I see

That you've drifted away?

What a surprise...

What a cliche...



Isn't it rich, isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late

In my career

And where are the clowns

Quick send in the clowns

Don't bother, they're here