Send In The Clowns

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 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'd want what I want

Sorry, my dear.

But, where are the clowns?

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

But where are the clowns?

There ought to be clowns

Well, maybe next year.