Isn''t it riche?

Are we a pare?

Me here at last on the ground

You in me there

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 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 fuss?

My fault I fear

I thought that you''d want what I want

Sorry my dear

But where are the clowns

Quick send in the clowns

Don''t bother there here



Isn''t it riche?

Isn''t it quirt?

Losing my timing this late

In my career

And where are the clowns

There are to be clowns

Well maybe next year