Isn't it rich?  Are we a pair?  Me here at last on the ground  And 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 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 want what I want    Sorry, my dear  But 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 maybe  Next year  (transcribed by Roman )