isn’t it rich?
are we a pair?
me, here at last on the ground…
you in midair…
send in the clowns…
isn’t it bliss?
don’t you approve?
one who keeps tearing around…
one who can’t move…
but where are the clowns?
send in the clowns…
just when i stopped…
opening doors…
finally finding the one that i wanted was yours
making my entrance again with my usual flair…
sure of my lines…
no one was there…
don’t you love farce?
my fault i fear…
i thought that you’d what i want…
sorry my dear…
but where are the clowns?
there oughta be clowns…
well maybe next year…
isn’t it rich?
isn’t it queer?
losing my timing this late in my career…
but where are the clowns?
there oughta be clowns…
don’t bother, they’re here…