Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss, don't you approve One who keeps tearing around - and one who can't move But where are the clowns - send in the clowns Just when I stopped opening doors Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair So sure of my lines - then nobody's 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 Maybe next year Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns - send in the clowns Don't bother they're here