isn t it rich are we a pair me here at last on the ground you in mid air where are the clowns 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 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