Isn´t it rich are 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 thouht 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 foresse
I´d come to feel about you
What you felt about me
Why only now when I see
That you drifted away?
What a surprise
What a cliche

Isn´t it rich
Isn´t it queer
Losing my timing this late
In my careere
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don´t bother they´re here