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 aroundOne who can't moveWhere are the clowns?Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd 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 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 foreseeI'd come to feel about youWhat you felt about me?Why only now when I seeThat you've drifted away?What a surprise...What a cliche'...
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.