Isn´t it rich,
Aren´t 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 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
There ought to be clowns

Quick send in the clowns

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 surprise, what a cliché

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.