Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

You in mid-air

Where are 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'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 dear!

And where are the clowns

Send in the clowns

Don't bother, they're here

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