[Verse 1]
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
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
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
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...