Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns, 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
And 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
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year

Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns