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'd want what I want   Sorry my dear   But, where are the clowns?      Quick, send in the clowns   Don't bother, they're there   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