Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are 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
send in the clowns
don't bother, they're here

isn't it rich,isn't it queer
losing my timing this late is my career
But where are the clowns
There are to be the clowns
Well maybe next year