Isn't it rich, aren't we a pairMe here at last on the ground - and you in mid-airSend in the clowns
Isn't it bliss, don't you approveOne who keeps tearing around - and one who can't moveBut where are the clowns - send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doorsFinally finding the one that I wanted - was yoursMaking my entrance again with my usual flairSo sure of my lines - then nobody's there
Don't you love a farce; my fault, I fearI thought that you'd want what I want - I'm sorry my dearBut where are the clowns? There ought to be clownsMaybe next year.
Isn't it rich, isn't it queerLosing my timing this late in my careerBut where are the clowns - send in the clownsDon't bother, they're here.