Isn't it rich

Aren't 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 stopped I stopped openin' doors

Finally knowin' the one that I really wanted was yours

Making my entrance again and 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

Quick send in the clowns

Don't bother they're here

Isn't it rich isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns

They are all to be clowns

Well may be next year isn't it rich

I'll repair isn't it rich