Isn't it rich? Aren't 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 There ought to be clowns Just when I start 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? Well, maybe next year?