Isn't it Rich, don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Send in the clowns
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it rich, my fault I fear
Losing my timing this late in my career
Where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't Panic, they're here

Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my crazy 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
There ought to be clowns
Where are the clowns
Well, maybe, next year