Send in the Clowns

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground You in midair Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around And the 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, but no one is there Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought you'd want what I want So sorry, my dear But where are the clowns? Quick, 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? And though, where are the clowns? They ought to be clowns Don't bother, they're here Where are the clowns? They ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year