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? Dont you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who cant move
But 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 was there
Dont you love farce? My fault I fear
I thought that youd want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns, quick send in the clowns
Dont bother theyre here, oh oh oh
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Well, maybe next year
Well, maybe next year