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.
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.