Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air
Where are we now?

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move
Where are the clowns, there ought to be clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with the usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is 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
Where are we now, there ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year