Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground

You in midair

Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around

And the one who can't move

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines, but no one is there

Don't you love farce?

My fault, I fear

I thought you'd want what I want

So 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 late

In my career?

And though, where are the clowns?

They ought to be clowns

Don't bother, they're here

Where are the clowns?

They ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year