Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich? Aren't we a pair? Me here at last on the ground You in midair Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing 'round 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 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 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 Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year Maybe next year Maybe next year Maybe next year Maybe next year