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
