(Sondheim)
© Rilting Music Inc. (ASCAP)

Isn't it rich
Are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
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 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 the 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 clear
Losing my timing this late
In my career
Where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year