Isn't it rich?
  Are we a pair?
  Me here at last on the ground
  And you in mid-air
  Send in 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 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 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 late
  
  In my career?
  And where are the clowns?
  There ought to be clowns
  Well maybe
  Next year