Isn’t it rich?
Are 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’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
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Well, maybe next year…
