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 was 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? They're ought to be clowns. Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise! Who could foresee – I‘d 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!