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 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 a 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