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 stopped... Opening doors Finally knowing the one that I wanted... Was yours Making my enterance again With my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there
Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought you'd want what I want Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich? Ooh, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late... In my career?
But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns...