Lyrics:

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
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
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.