Lyrics

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 (Don't you love farce)
My fault, I fear (My fault, my fear)
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear (Sorry my dear)
And where are the clowns (Oooh)
Send in the clowns (Oooh)
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... (Where are the clowns)
There ought to be clowns... (There ought to be clowns)
Well, maybe next year.