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
But where are the clowns, there ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise, who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you, what you felt about me
Why only now when I see that you've drifted away
What a surprise, and what a cliche
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns, don't bother they're here