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?
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
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clown
Well, maybe, next year
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