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 stopped Opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours. Making my entrance again, with my usual flair, Sure of my line. 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? Quick send in the clowns. Don't bother, they're here. What a surprise, Who could foresee? I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me? Why only now I see that you've drifted away? What a surprise, What a cliché. 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.