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 a farce,
My fault 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