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'd 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