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
but where are the clowns
send in the clowns
just when I stopped openning door
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
but 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 lat is my career
but where are the clowns
there ought to be clowns
well,maybe next year