Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Losing my timing this late in my career
Well, maybe next year
You in mid-air
But where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss? Don’t you approve?
Don’t you love farce? My fault I fear
Well, maybe next year
One who keeps tearing around
One who can’t move
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
I thought that you’d want what I want, sorry my dear
Sure of my lines, no one was there
And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns
Send in the clowns
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here, oh oh oh
But where are the clowns, quick send in the clowns
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
