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 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