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 thar 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 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