Lyrics Send in the Clowns - Don McLean , Judy Collins

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 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.