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