Isn't it rich, are we a pair   Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair   Where are the clowns      Isn't it bliss, don't you approve   One who keeps taring around, one who can't move   Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns      Just when I 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 feel   I thought that you'd want what I want....sorry my dear   Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there      What a surprise, who could foresee   I've come to feel about you what you felt about me   Why only now when I see that you've drifted away   What a surpise, what a cliche'-      Isn't it rich, isn't it queer   Losing my timing this late in my career   Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year