Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
And you in mid air
But where are 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'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one who 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?
Send in the clowns
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
