Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich?Are we a pair?Me here at last on the groundYou in mid-airSend in the clowns

Isn't it bliss?Don't you approve?One who keeps tearing aroundOne who can't moveWhere are the clowns?Send in the clowns

Just when I'd stoppedOpening doorsFinally knowing the one that I wanted was yoursMaking my entrance againWith my usual flairSure of my linesNo one is there

Don't you love farce?My fault, I fearI thought that you'd want what I wantSorry, my dearBut where are the clowns?Quick, send in the clownsDon't bother they're here

Isn't it rich?Isn't it queer?Losing my timing this lateIn my careerBut where are the clowns?There ought to be clownsWell, maybe next year...