Isn't it rich? are we a pair -
me here at last on the ground, you in midair?
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'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.
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 the clowns? there ought to be clowns.
well, maybe next year.