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 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.
There ought to be clowns.
What a surprise! Who could forsee
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now, when 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?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here.
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