Isn't it rich, are we a pair Me here atlast on the ground, you in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss, don't you approve One who keeps taring around, one who can't move Where are the clowns, there ought to be 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 Where are the clowns, quick, send in the clowns, don't bother they're here What a surprise, who could foresee I've come to feel about you what you felt about me Why only now when I see that you've drifted away What a surpise, what a cliché 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