Isn't it rich
Aren't 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, and one who can't move
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Bridge
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 here
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
Well, maybe next year
