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 start
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'd 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'd come to feel
About you
What you felt
About me
Why only now
When I see that
You've drifted away
What a surprise
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