Isn’t it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the 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’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 force?

My fault I fear

I thought that you’d want – what I want

Sorry my dear

But 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^[1]