Isn't it rich,
Aren't 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 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
Quick send in the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Don't bother they're here.
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing so late
in my career
And where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
where maybe next year
maybe next year