Isn´t it rich, aren´t 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 - and one who can´t move But where are the clowns - send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines - nobody there
Don´t you love a 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 - send in the clowns (there ought to be clowns) Well maybe next year