isn t it rich aren t 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 farce my fault i hear i thought that you d want what i want sorry my dear but where are the clowns there ought to be clowns quick send in the clowns what a surprise who could foresee i ve come to feel about you what you felt about me why only now when i see that you ve drifted away what a surprise what a cliche isn t it rich isn t it queer losing my timing this late in my career and where are the clowns quick send in the clowns don t bother they re here1