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 line 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 here What a surprise Who could foresee? I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me? Why only now 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? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year