Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?   Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air   Where are the clowns?      Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?   One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move   Where are the clowns? There ought to be 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 farce? My fault, I fear   I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry, my dear   But where are the clowns, 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   But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns   Well, maybe next year