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   But 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 was 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, quick send in the clowns   Don?t bother they?re here, oh oh oh      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   Well, maybe next year   Well, maybe next year