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 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?

Quick sending 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 cliche...

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...