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 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 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