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
but where are the clowns
send in the clowns

just when I stopped openning door
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
but where are the clowns
quick,send in the clowns
don't bother,they're here

isn't it rich,isn't it queer
losing my timing this lat is my career
but where are the clowns
there ought to be clowns
well,maybe next year