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 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,
Ma falut I fear,
I thought that you´d want what I 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