Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Be here at last on ground
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, openin' doors
Finally knowin' 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
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, maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe, maybe next, maybe next year
Maybe next year
