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

There ought to be clowns

Don't bother they're here

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

No one is there

Isn't it rich

Isn't it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns

Well maybe next year

Maybe next year

Maybe next year

Maybe next year