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 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.