Isn't it rich,

Aren't 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 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

But where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Quick send in the clowns


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 surprise, what a cliché


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.