Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground And you in mid air But where are 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'd stopped opening doors Finally knowing the one who 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 I want, sorry my dear But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
