Isn't it rich aren't we a pair

Me here at last on the ground

You in mid-air

Where are 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 was there

Don't you love farce my fault I fear

I thought that you'd want
What I want sorry my dear

Where are the clowns

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

Where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year