(Intro)
(V1):
Is-n’t it rich, are we a pair, me here at last on the ground,
And you in, mid-air, send in, the clowns.(V2)
Is?n’t it bliss, won’t you approve, one who keeps tear-ing around,
And one who, can’t move, but where are the clowns, send in, the clowns.
(Bridge)
Just when I stopped, opening doors,
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours;
Making my entrance again, with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines, no..bo..dy’s there.
(V3)
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; quick, send in the clowns.
Don’t bother, they’re here.
(Outro)
I?sn’t it rich, i?sn’t it queer, los-ing my tim-ing this late, in my career?
But where are, the clowns, send in the clowns,
Well, may – be, next, year.
