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 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've 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 cliché
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
