Isn't it rich,Aren't we a pairMe here at last on the ground,You in mid-airSend in the clownsIsn't it bliss,Don't you approveOne who keeps tearing around,One who can't moveWhere are the clowns?Send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doorsFinally knowing the one that I wanted was yoursMaking my entrance again with my usual flairSure of my lines - no one is there
Don't you love farce,My fault I fearI thought that you'd want what I want,Sorry my dearBut where are the clownsThere ought to be clownsQuick send in the clowns
What a surprise,Who could foresee?I've come to feel about you what you felt about meWhy only now when I see that you've drifted awayWhat a surprise, what a cliché
Isn't it rich, isn't it queerLosing my timing this late in my careerAnd where are the clownsQuick send in the clownsDon't bother they're here.