Isn't it rich, are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in midair
Where are 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 feel
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear
Where are the clowns? 
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
Oh, what a surprise
What a cliche

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