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Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
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?
There ought to be clowns
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.
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 ***?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well maybe next year...