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 There ought to be 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 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
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 There ought to be 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 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