Isn't it rich?
Aren't 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 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 hear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns!

What a surprise!
Who could foresee?
I've 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