Send In The Clowns

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!
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
But where are the clowns there ought to be clowns well, maybe next year