Isn't It Rich? Are We A Pair -

Me Here At Last On The Ground, You In Midair?

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'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?

Where Are The Clowns? There Ought To Be Clowns.

Well, Maybe Next Year.