Isn't it rich? Are we a pair -

Me here at last on the ground, you in midair?

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?

Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns.

Well, maybe next year