Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?   Me here at last on the ground   You in mid-air   Send in the clowns   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 and where are the clowns?   Quick send in the clowns   Don't bother, they're here      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 [Incomprehensible]      Send in the clowns   Send in the clowns   Send in the clowns   ...