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
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
And where are
The clowns
There ought to
Be clowns
Well maybe
Next year..