[From "A Little Night Music"]      Isn't it rich, are 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'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 a farce,   My fault I fear,   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'd 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