Isn't it rich aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground and you in mid air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move
But where are the clowns send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines nobody 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 they are all to be clowns
Don't bother they're here
Isn't it rich isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns they are all to be clowns
Well maybe next year