Isn't it rich?
Are 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'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.
And where are the clowns?
There've got to be clowns.
Well maybe next year.

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