Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich?

Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,

And you in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss?

Don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around,

And one who can't move

But where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours.

Making my entrance again with my usual flair.

Sure of my lines, nobody's there.

Don't you love a 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?

Send in the clowns.

Well, maybe next year.